Mistletoe is hanging, hanging up above, Looking, looking for two people in love.
Seeing, seeing every kiss passing through, Mistletoe is waiting, waiting for me and you.
Mistletoe grows in the trees on my street. But I haven't found anyone to climb up and get the treat. But I don't really need to get that personal aid, because my partner showered me with kisses as part of her trade, Santa's little mistress, she.
Lovely poem for those wishing they had a sweetheart to kiss.
'Catholic Voices in a World on Fire' Anthology, includes 'The Poorest of the Poor'; by Judy Joy Jones which is a chapter from her upcoming book about her volunteer work at Mother Teresas houses around the world including her house in Washington DC w
Lovely poem for those wishing they had a sweetheart to kiss.
Ron