Beneath the mistletoe, Imprints that stole quick kisses. Toes lined up a few inches. Jingling bells quake to shake hands Where this perfect wreath still stands. Beneath the mistletoe, Love once died under this oak. Life, sapped, a suicidal yoke. Red and green this too will be. Led to drown under the sea. Vera ==================================== […]
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