Blame it on the mistletoe

Here’s a poem for all you kissing mistletoe’d fools out there. (Myself included. Probably.) “Sitting under the mistletoe (Pale-green, fairy mistletoe), One last candle burning low, All the sleepy dancers gone, Just one candle burning on, Shadows lurking everywhere: Some one came, and kissed me there. Tired I was; my head would go Nodding under… Continue reading Blame it on the mistletoe