Mistletoe Lane
I used to get mistletoe
Each and every year
Lost the man who brought to me
But I knew it had to be near.
Load up the kids
In an ugly old van
Chains, food, and blankets
Who needs a man?
We head to the California mountains
Not knowing where to go
Next thing…
The kids holler, “There’s mistletoe!”
Too high for us to climb to
We continue the mountain drive
Lost the tailpipe, chained up
Yet we continued to strive.
Slipping in the mud
Sliding to and fro
Snowing like a blizzard now
The wind begins to blow
Half way up a mountain
A street sign came into view
It said Mistletoe Lane
Right then, we knew
We climbed and picked
Till we had enough
Going back down the mountain
Was more than a little tough.
Icy was forming quickly
We slid all the way down
The kids strapped in their seatbelts,
Didn’t make a sound.
For years to come
It was an annual event
Mistletoe Lane is truly
A day well spent.
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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