Rhonald
Loved your poem....thanks
And I am not complaining that mistletoe has given us a permit to kiss any woman at Christmas without fear of a Sexual Harrassment Suit....maybe you could get a swift kick in the "you-know-whats"........but hey, thats a small price to pay
To round out and probably finish this debate...here is the real mistletoe story......
At the time of the Winter Solstice, it was the responsibility of the Druid Priests way back about 3000 years BCE, to communicate with the Spirit of the sacred Oak Tree (Nemer) and discover for the people, what sort of a year they would have coming up..
The Priests chose a candidate from their community...usually some young hottie and she was prepared for sacrifice by placing a "crown" of mistletoe on her head, that the Druid Priest had cut from Nemer with a sacred gold sickle....(note the allegory of the crown of thorns in the Christian dogma)
The victim was then drugged with a mixture of poppy seeds and henbane and placed face down on the Altar stone.
The priest severed her spine at the shoulders with a sacred gold axe, and in watching the various trembles, shakes, jerks and twitches as she died, was able to interpret them as signs portending to the coming year.........
And you'd want to kiss under the mistletoe
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