Beneath the Mistletoe
There was a tree down the way, now bare of leaves in winter
Reveling globes of mistletoe that decorated the tree with green
I could not climb to reach them, they so far above my head
But I smiled, thinking of these symbols of our holiday scene..
I could not bring them down to reap a kiss, or maybe two
Instead on Christmas Eve I asked my love to walk with me
Guided to a spot beneath my tree, I asked him to have a look above
He did, and laughingly he kissed me soundly and quite cheerfully..
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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