Of Love & Mistletoe

"I've decked the den with palm and scarlet socks, the tree is radiant with golden glow, and though I've emptied all our Christmas stock, I saw no sign of last year's mistletoe." "Let not your Yule be marred by such a thing: if we were poor, would not you still be sweet? The heavens' angels would not cease to sing, nor would my sentiment for you deplete." "Perhaps, but surely such a saint astute perceives the plant as more than just some twig. Tradition brims within its ivory fruit, and so I think the plant a sprightly sprig." "It matters not what couples kiss beneath, so long as love be what conceives their wreath!"