Patricia Johns

One year, I bought mistletoe. It’s plastic, of course. And I couldn’t find a green one for love nor money. But I did find a white one, so I bought it and hung it up.

That was a fun Christmas, teaching my African born husband the tradition of mistletoe. Our son was little then, and he loved standing under the mistletoe to have me scoop him up and kiss his cheeks. Somehow, mistletoe in our home turned into me waylaying my husband and son and giving them kisses when they got within arms reach of it.

But when cleaning up after the holidays, we forgot to put away the mistletoe. In my defence, it kind of blends in to the ceiling.

And it’s still there. I never did put it away, and it’s been about ten years now that it’s been hanging there. Now, the thought of putting it away breaks my heart for some unknown reason.

So it stays there, and when I spot it, it makes me smile. A little bit of Christmas year round. My teenager no longer lets me kiss his cheek when I catch him under it, but Mr. Johns is still fair game!

I hope you are enjoying the season. And while you are curling up to relax, maybe you’ll check out my books! I have quite a back list, including some Christmas books.

Happy reading!

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