Church Romantics Watch Closely
There is Christmas mistletoe he thought, not daring to look her way.
His object of affection gave a shy glance that quietly darted away.
The romantics in the congregation held their breath as they watched.
Not this year I guess said grandpa, scratching an itch in his crotch.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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