BLUE SPRUCE
With blue spruce tree I mark the season’s start.
Its Christmas smell stirs memories from my heart.
When as a child I marveled at the sight
Of tinseled branches hung with colored fare.
Anticipating with each passing night,
The presents that Old Santa would leave there.
Its Christmas smell stirs memories from my heart.
With blue spruce tree I mark the season’s start.
With blue spruce tree I mark the season’s start.
Its Christmas smell stirs memories from my heart.
When as a child I marveled at the sight
Of tinseled branches hung with colored fare.
Anticipating with each passing night,
The presents that Old Santa would leave there.
Its Christmas smell stirs memories from my heart.
With blue spruce tree I mark the season’s start.
Dennis Price
We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real? - Ray Bradbury
