Under the Mistletoe

Under the Mistletoe

By: Aschia Johnson

Everyone is giggling and looking at me,

Then I notice the mistletoe hanging,

Above me an inch or three.

I look who is closest,

And see the one I love,

And blush so much I cannot focus,

He looks at me,

And I look at him, 

We kiss tenderly,

In the lights that are dim.