Mistletoe Confession
I have a confession to make. I never told anyone this before. Nobody knows it. Not even my very best friend in the whole world who has known me for over 30 years. My confession is that I have never ever, ever been kissed under the mistletoe. Not even one time on the cheek. I have only seen mistletoe a couple of times in my whole life. I don't know why that is. I have seen plenty of trees and other Christmas decorations but not so much mistletoe. I remember that when I was a temporary worker at the post office many years ago when I was in my 20's and if I might brag a little on myself I was hot but at the time really didn't think that I was and still don't but that is what others have told me back then. So, I was working there as a mail clerk and one day I was sorting mail called the UBBM or something like that basically the junk mail making sure that it was not the first class mail for the mail carriers and then the janitor who shameless flirted with every woman in the building came up to talk to me as he did almost every morning and then he excused himself and came back with some mistletoe he held over his head and was cracking up. I started laughing too. I started laughing because there was no way I was going over there to kiss him or anyone else in that post office no matter how long they stood under it. He stood there laughing and I stood where I was, a good ten to fifteen feet away and laughed too. Pretty soon everyone in that department was laughing at the sight of him standing there with mistletoe over his head. Then the supervisor told everyone to calm down and get back to work.
That was my one and only close encounter with mistletoe. It is funny because over the years I have usually had a boyfriend during the holidays and lived with one for seven years at one time in my life and nobody ever thought to get any mistletoe. But, I am not really surprised because the one I lived with he could care less about any holidays. If I didn't get a tree for Christmas we probably wouldn't have had one. My son's father was the same way. He didn't really care or celebrate much of anything anymore. Although, he had some rocking Christmas gifts when he was a child. Just about everything you could imagine he had. He was a spoiled child. But, pretty much romantic but never any mistletoe.
This year it still seems as if I am still going to be that miseltoe virgin. I haven't seen any mistletoe out here where I live in any tree lots or stores but I am sure it is out there if you are looking for it. I thought about trying to find some but then I thought well, I will save it for when I have an actual person that I actually want to kiss under it. But, who knows by the time this Christmas season is over I may not be that mistletoe virgin anymore.
That was my one and only close encounter with mistletoe. It is funny because over the years I have usually had a boyfriend during the holidays and lived with one for seven years at one time in my life and nobody ever thought to get any mistletoe. But, I am not really surprised because the one I lived with he could care less about any holidays. If I didn't get a tree for Christmas we probably wouldn't have had one. My son's father was the same way. He didn't really care or celebrate much of anything anymore. Although, he had some rocking Christmas gifts when he was a child. Just about everything you could imagine he had. He was a spoiled child. But, pretty much romantic but never any mistletoe.
This year it still seems as if I am still going to be that miseltoe virgin. I haven't seen any mistletoe out here where I live in any tree lots or stores but I am sure it is out there if you are looking for it. I thought about trying to find some but then I thought well, I will save it for when I have an actual person that I actually want to kiss under it. But, who knows by the time this Christmas season is over I may not be that mistletoe virgin anymore.
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