Poetry Day: No Mistletoe

Here we are, folks!  December 24th, and my promise to provide you with two posts this month has come to pass.  This is a little something I wrote in high school (you can tell); maybe not festive, but a theme is a theme, and no one loves Christmas spirit like I do!

Another meager sample of my wares for the holiday season.  The subject matter may be sad, but I give this to you with a sincerely cheery Merry Christmas and a hearty Happy Holidays!

NO MISTLETOE

When it snows on Christmas Eve

And pretty snowflakes drift and weave

Knowing me, you shall soon see

No mistletoe for me

Christmas spirit there and here

People giving Christmas cheer

There is no smile, no joyous glee

Nor mistletoe for me

I have no one whom I can love

No sweet and pretty little dove

A loving partner is the key

To mistletoe for me

To hold her in my arms awhile

Warmed and brightened by her smile

Love of my life, where is she

Her mistletoe for me

I see her with her smiling face

A welcome to a wondrous place

“Be underneath,” she sends a plea,

“The mistletoe with me”

Beneath the plant, we share a kiss

Sadly though, imagined bliss

For there is, in reality

No mistletoe for me