Under the Mistletoe
I often wonder if kissing under the mistletoe wasn’t started by a couple of kids quite by accident. In my imagination, I could envision a couple of kids playing in the woods behind the house, jumping on the piles of leaves and branches that had fallen on the ground and discovering a little sprig of mistletoe, and running after each other with it, like a game of tag. Again, in my imagination, I could envision this ten-year-old boy running after …