It's almost December, it's nearly a year
Since we took down our little tree
Packed all the boxes and tinsel away
And left it out in the street
It's almost December, it's nearly a year
Since you just left me
Packed up a suitcase while I was asleep
And crept out quietly
I still find blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean
It reminds me that people fall out of love so easily
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 know that I shouldn't be thinking about it
But I can't forget easily
I still find blue spruce needles under the couch when I clean
It reminds me that people fall out of love so easily
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?
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 so easily
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?
If Christmas is about being together
Then how can it be Christmas if we are apart?