Blue Spruce Needles

It's almost December it's nearly a year

Since we took down our little tree

Packed all the baubles and tinsel away

And left it out on the street

It's almost December it's nearly a year

Since you just left me suddenly

Packed up a suitcase while I was asleep

And quietly crept out on me

I still find

Blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean

It reminds

Me that people fall out of love as easily as in

I still find

Blue spruce needles whenever I sweep out my heart

If Christmas is about being together

Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart

It's almost December it's nearly a year

Since we took down our little tree

I wish I didn't still think about it

But I don't forget easily

I still find

Blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean

It reminds

Me that people fall out of love as easily as in

I still find

Blue spruce needles whenever I sweep out my heart

If Christmas is about being together

Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart

Oh if Christmas is about being together

Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart

I still find

Blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean

It reminds

Me that people fall out of love as easily as in

I still find

Blue spruce needles whenever I sweep out my heart

If Christmas is about being together

Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart