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.