In a (E)one bed room a part ment

on the (E)hum ble side of town,

there (E)stands a lit tle Christ mas tree;

it looks a lot like Char lie Brown’s.

And (B)un der neath there’s (Bsus)one lit tle gift for him,

and one lit tle gift for her.

Af ter (E)six months on the new job,

they’re still (E)bare ly get tin’ by.

So in the (E)way of dec o ra tions,

there’s noth in’ there to catch your eye.

But (B)both of them would (Bsus)be the first to (B)say,

“We’re to geth er; we’re gon na have the mer ri est Christ mas an y way.”

’Cause (E)Christ mas is all in the heart,

that’s where the feel ing starts.

And like a fire in side,

it touch es ev ’ry part.

Christ mas is all in the heart.

And (E)e ven if no white snow falls,

well, that’s al right be cause

the joy can still be found

wher ev er you are.

Christ mas is all,

(B)all in the heart.

Two lit tle (E)blond haired boys with big dreams tried to (E)sleep, but sleep would n’t come.

And we’d be (E)tear in’ in to pres ents

long be fore the break of dawn, with (B)Mom and Dad and (Bsus)cam ’ras mak in’ (B)sure

we’d nev er for get that day.

No, no, no.

Now I’m the (E)one who’s tak in’ pic tures

in the (E)mid dle of the night

of my own lit tle dream ers

who (E)just can’t wait un til day light.

And (B)in my sleep y eyes a spark still glows.

Well, I guess there’s just some things a kid nev er out grows.

’Cause

No, it’s not in the snow

that (F#m)may or may not fall,

and it’s not in the gifts be (G#)neath the tree.

It’s in the (A)love Heav en gave

that (F#m)night our (G#)Sav ior (C#m7)came, and (E)that same love

can still be (E)found wher ev er you are,

’cause (F#m)Christ mas is all in the heart.

And the joy can still be found

wher ev er you are,

’cause Christ mas is all,

(B)all in the heart.

It’s all in the heart.