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Mistletoe

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.

poem by Walter de la Mare
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Under The Mistletoe

Theres no telling how far a kissll go
Wish on the highest star that thisll go
On right here where we are under the mistletoe
On christmas night, it seems so right
That a lovely holiday dish made a mess of me
If love is this, its my favourite recipe
The kind that fits to remind the rest of me
Theres room to grow, under the mistletoe
But I made this mist as a christmas wannabe
With a christmas list that insists Ive gotta be
Hugged and kissed by this sweet miss in front of me
On christmas night and every night
Just right here, in the doorway where they found us
Theyd like to leave but theres no way around us
I believe theres a spell that bound us
Ive gotta know, is it only the mistletoe
Gotta know, Im afraid to go
Dont want out if were in the throes
Flames die out in the afterglow
And Ive gotta know, is it only the mistletoe
Dont think so
Gotta know, Im afraid to go
Dont want out if were in the throes
Flames die out in the afterglow
And Ive gotta know, is it only the mistletoe
Dont think so
I gotta know
Say it aint, say it aint ... just the mistletoe

song performed by by Clint Black
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Last Kiss

I brought a wreath of mistletoe;
To you, a crimson red ribbon;
On the coiled evergreen;
To reignite the memories;
Of that Christmas day;
When we kissed;
Blindly, with our eyes closed.
When my eager lips locked on to yours;
In a moment of uncharted passion;
Our first and our last,
When you dazzled like an angel;
Even with a pale white skin and a white cap on;
In a virgin white gown that kissed your knee cap;
With a rouge that faintly slithered to your lips;
Your last bout of blood;
Rushing for a moment of spontaneous bliss;
As I firmly sat by you that night;
My angel under her sheets;
As her heart let go of my stubborn grip;
To fall in to an eternal slumber.
Now I reminisce our last hours together;
As I lay down the wreath on your tomb stone;
Remembering that night when two bald people kissed;
As the fluorescent lights stumbled, as you crumbled;
To an unforgiving parasite in mutational bliss;
Now I stare one more time at the mistletoe;
As I firmly hold my lips in the wind;
Waiting for you to caress mine one more time;
Before I see you.....
In heaven.

poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Hangin round The Mistletow

Written by kostas
Snowny days and frosty night, everything looks cold and white
Hangin round the mistletoe, hangin round the mistletoe
Christmas day will soon be here, and everybodys full of cheer
Hangin round the mistletoe, waitin for you dear
Well, Ive waited all year long and nore the year is almost gone
Hangin round the mistletoe, hangin round the mistletoe
But if thats what Ive gotta do just to get a kiss from you
Hangin round the mistletoe, waitin for you dear
Christmas is a special time to give and to receive
For every little kiss you give me I will give you three
You aint gonna miss one kiss, thats one thing youll never miss
Im hangin round the mistletow waitin for you dear
Well, Ive had my eyes on you for a long, long time
So, Im asking santa please, make that pretty girl mine
Waited till Im cold and blue just to get a kiss from you
Im hangin round the mistletoe, waitin for you dear
Hangin round the mistletoe, waitin for you dear

song performed by by Alabama
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Hangin' Round The Mistletoe

Snowny days and frosty night, everything looks cold and white
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, hangin' 'round the mistletoe
Christmas day will soon be here, and everybody's full of cheer
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, waitin' for you dear
Well, I've waited all year long and nore the year is almost gone
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, hangin' 'round the mistletoe
But if that's what I've gotta do just to get a kiss from you
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, waitin' for you dear
Christmas is a special time to give and to receive
For every little kiss you give me I will give you three
You ain't gonna miss one kiss, that's one thing you'll never miss
I'm hangin' 'round the mistletow waitin' for you dear
Well, I've had my eyes on you for a long, long time
So, I'm asking Santa please, make that pretty girl mine
Waited till I'm cold and blue just to get a kiss from you
I'm hangin' 'round the mistletoe, waitin' for you dear
Hangin' 'round the mistletoe, waitin' for you dear

song performed by by Alabama
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Meet Me Under The Mistletoe

Chorus:
Meet me under the the mistletoe
Midnight Christmas eve
Your sweet kiss is the first gift
I'd like to receive.
The presents that we bought
Will have to wait beneath the tree
Meet me under the the mistletoe
Midnight Christmas eve.
There's frost on all the windows
Candles burnin' bright
Stockings on the mantel
Everything's just right.
Soon the house will come alive
With family and friends
I'd love some time alone with you
Before it all begins.
Chorus:
Meet me under the the mistletoe
Midnight Christmas eve
Your sweet kiss is the first gift
I'd like to receive.
The presents that we bought
Will have to wait beneath the tree
Meet me under the the mistletoe
Midnight Christmas eve.
It seems I've hardly seen you
We've had so much to do
With the holiday approaching
I've sure been missin' you.
I can't want til Christmas morn
To hold you in my arms
I'm feelin' like a kid again
Waitin' on Santa Claus.
Chorus:
Meet me under the the mistletoe
Midnight Christmas eve
Your sweet kiss is the first gift
I'd like to receive.
The presents that we bought
Will have to wait beneath the tree
Meet me under the the mistletoe
Midnight Christmas eve.
Meet me under the the mistletoe
Midnight Christmas eve...

song performed by by Randy Travis
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Magical mistletoe

Shadow of you gives a chance,
everyone to have the romance.
We both kissed under
that's reason we are together.

But to kiss plants of my favour,
I will allow Mr. Mistletoe never.
Because cuddling branches of their
may pain them, chances are fair.

Though you are the parasite
but always seen you vegetarian
Your presence cannot be ignored
in our custom and our religion.

Under you we seek vitality,
love, happiness and fertility.
You are remedy for barrenness
representing the male essence.

Your medicinal values of herbal
offers to serve lot of people.
On my door too, mistletoe sway
to keep joy in, witchcrafts away.

(C) S D Tiwari

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Butter Cup Rain Tree (Somewhere in Fantsayland)

My new friend is Buttercup Tree,
She works like a busy bee.

Living where the fairy rings grow,
Planted around lots of mistletoe.

Only seen when leaves turn brown,
Silently fall upon the ground.

Her attire is clover green,
Most beautiful fairy ever seen.

Uses computer, all day thru,
Keeping records for me and you.

She really makes her computer
sing,
Loves to play games, and things.

Her fairy husband keeps us well,
The only doctor in the dells.

poem by Heather Burns
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Magic Meadows (Somewhere In Fantsayland)

In soft green magic
meadows
Quiet, lush, and serene,
Pattern a beautiful carpet,
Near a peaceful water
stream.

There will be little houses,
Standing in a row,
Around the houses, planted
lots of mistletoe.

Heathers lite the passion,
Between their world and
mine,
Planting lots of fruit trees,
So our fairy friends can dine.

Roses, Pansies, and Tulips
have lovely heads,
Fairies use the Tulips, for the
baby beds.

Bees, Butterflies, and Birds,
flying everywhere,
The sweet smell of Roses,
Perfume fills the air.

If I were a fairy, in that fairy
land,
I'd live in green lush meadows,
There I'd find my fairy man.

poem by Heather Burns
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Blame It On The Mistletoe

The middle of December ain't the time to be alone
It's just too close to Christmas
And too far to go home
I ran in to a friend of a friend
Standing in checkout line
She said, I've spent too much already
And there's gifts I just can't find
I walked her home and when she opened up her door
I'm not sure what happened then
Guess magic took it's course
Blame it on the mistletoe
'Cause what happened here nobody knows
How could something simple as a kiss
Change my holiday like this
And we held each other all night long
And we fell asleep to a Christmas song
Playin' on the radio
Blame it on the mistletoe
I woke up, she was wrappin' gifts beneath the tree
She said, I know it's early, so I thought I'd let you sleep
Then she insisted I get up and take a look outside
Hey sleepyhead, it must have snowed at least a foot last night
That's when I saw it hangin' up above my head
She threw her arms around my neck
Laughin' as she said
Blame it on the mistletoe
'Cause what happened here nobody knows
How could something simple as a kiss
Change my holiday like this
And we held each other all night long
And we fell asleep to a Christmas song
Playin' on the radio
Blame it on the mistletoe

song performed by by Toby Keith
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Tonight in Fantsayland (Somewhere in Fantsayland)

Time stands still in fairy
land,
Majestic sparkles in the
sand.

When I looked, saw you
there,
A lovely flower, for my hair.

My emotions, raced it's
true,
My heart kept saying, I
love you.

All my friends, are happy
there,
Columbine perfume fills
the air.

Little houses in a row,
Surrounded by lots of
mistletoe.

A place where I've longed
to be,
Spirits running wild, and
free.

Tonight, in meadows,
green and deep,
I will safely fall asleep.

Wrapped in the arms of
my fairy man,
No more shifting of the
sand.

poem by Heather Burns
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Blame It On The Misstletoe

(Toby Keith)
The middle of December ain't the time to be alone
It's just too close to Christmas
And too far to go home
I ran in to a friend of a friend
Standing in checkout line
She said, Ive spent too much already
And there's gifts I just can't find
I walked her home and when she opened up her door
I'm not sure what happened then
Guess magic took it's course
Blame it on the mistletoe
'Cause what happened here nobody knows
How could something simple as a kiss
Change my holiday like this
And we held each other all night long
And we fell asleep to a Christmas song
Playin' on the radio
Blame it on the mistletoe
I woke up, she was wrappin' gifts beneath the tree
She said, I know it's early, so I thought Id let you sleep
Then she insisted I get up and take a look outside
Hey sleepyhead, it must have snowed at least a foot last night
That's when I saw it hangin' up above my head
She threw her arms around my neck
Laughin' as she said
Blame it on the mistletoe
'Cause what happened here nobody knows
How could something simple as a kiss
Change my holiday like this
And we held each other all night long
And we fell asleep to a Christmas song
Playin' on the radio
Blame it on the mistletoe

song performed by by Toby Keith
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Ballade Of The Mistletoe Bough

I am standing under the mistletoe,
And I smile, but no answering smile replies
For her haughty glance bids me plainly know
That not for me is the thing I prize;
Instead, from her coldly scornful eyes,
Indifference looks on my barefaced guile;
She knows, of course, what my act implies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

I stand here, eager, and beam and glow,
And she only looks a refined surprise
As clear and crisp and as cold as snow,
And as—Stop! I will never criticise!
I know what her cold glance signifies;
But I’ll stand just here as I am awhile
Till a smile to my pleading look replies—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

Just look at those lips, now! I claim they show
A spirit unmeet under Christmas skies;
I claim that such lips on such maidens owe
A—something—the custom justifies;
I claim that the mistletoe rule applies
To her as well as the rank and file;
We should meet these things in a cheerful guise—
But look at those lips! Do they hint a smile?

ENVOY

These customs of Christmas may shock the wise,
And mistletoe boughs may be out of style,
And a kiss be a thing that all maids despise—
But look at those lips, do! They hint a smile!

poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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By The Fireside : Tegner's Death (Tegner's Drapa)

I heard a voice, that cried,
'Balder the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!'
And through the misty air
Passed like the mournful cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.

I saw the pallid corpse
Of the dead sun
Borne through the Northern sky.
Blasts from Niffelheim
Lifted the sheeted mists
Around him as he passed.

And the voice forever cried,
'Balder the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!'
And died away
Through the dreary night,
In accents of despair.

Balder the Beautiful,
God of the summer sun,
Fairest of all the Gods!
Light from his forehead beamed,
Runes were upon his tongue,
As on the warrior's sword.

All things in earth and air
Bound were by magic spell
Never to do him harm;
Even the plants and stones;
All save the mistletoe,
The sacred mistletoe!

Hoeder, the blind old God,
Whose feet are shod with silence,
Pierced through that gentle breast
With his sharp spear, by fraud
Made of the mistletoe,
The accursed mistletoe!

They laid him in his ship,
With horse and harness,
As on a funeral pyre.
Odin placed
A ring upon his finger,
And whispered in his ear.

They launched the burning ship!
It floated far away
Over the misty sea,
Till like the sun it seemed,
Sinking beneath the waves.
Balder returned no more!

So perish the old Gods!
But out of the sea of Time
Rises a new land of song,
Fairer than the old.
Over its meadows green
Walk the young bards and sing.

Build it again,
O ye bards,
Fairer than before!
Ye fathers of the new race,
Feed upon morning dew,
Sing the new Song of Love!

The law of force is dead!
The law of love prevails!
Thor, the thunderer,
Shall rule the earth no more,
No more, with threats,
Challenge the meek Christ.

Sing no more,
O ye bards of the North,
Of Vikings and of Jarls!
Of the days of Eld
Preserve the freedom only,
Not the deeds of blood!

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Christmas (A Sestina)

Christmas is here, Jesus to the world brought peace
Everyone is rested as kids spend time with family
Kitchens are ablaze, wives creating good ol’ soul-food
Leslie and Destra, await their turn, under the mistletoe
Love is burning bright, outshining the fireplace
And playing kids fill the house with laughter

Worries are swept away, sadness replaced by laughter
As love flies through the air, enemies make peace
Whilst sweet carols are sung by the fireplace
We thank God for the greatest gift of family
As grandma and grandpa steal a kiss, under the mistletoe
My tummy just yelled: where is my soul-food?

Memories to the tongue, grandma’s special soul-food
Don’t know how, but to my tongue, it brings laughter.
Grandma and Grandpa are still under the mistletoe
Showing love so ancient, a picture of heaven’s peace
They are the beginning and measure of our family
Captured purely in pictures taken by the fireplace

Love bubbles deep within, and around the fireplace
As its oil fuses with the spice of Grandma’s soul-food.
Moriah, the youngest; four weeks added to the family
Her little eyes sparkle, her little face filled with laughter
Looking at her, so lovely, One is taken into peace
In times coming soon, her place would be the mistletoe

Her's would be lovely and her destiny the mistletoe
And she too, someday would have her own fireplace
As she grows to celebrate and cherish Christmas peace,
She would learn from Grandma, how to craft soul-food
Her kids would fill the house solely with laughter
As one day, she would have her a family

Fresh out the womb, Moriah completes the family
Even as Grandma and her boo are still by the mistletoe
Their love brings to the heart tears and laughter
Treasures of joy. Now we depart from the fireplace
To the table to dive into some soul-food
That the wives had made in love, and peace.

Thank God for family! Gazing at the fireplace
And the mistletoe, loving me some soul-food
That sets my tongue on laughter, I thank God for peace.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis

poem by Leslie Alexis
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Tegner's Drapa

Heard a voice, that cried,
"Balder the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!"
And through the misty air
Passed like the mournful cry
Of sunward sailing cranes.

I saw the pallid corpse
Of the dead sun
Borne through the Northern sky.
Blasts from Niffelheim
Lifted the sheeted mists
Around him as he passed.

And the voice forever cried,
"Balder the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!"
And died away
Through the dreary night,
In accents of despair.

Balder the Beautiful,
God of the summer sun,
Fairest of all the Gods!
Light from his forehead beamed,
Runes were upon his tongue,
As on the warrior's sword.

All things in earth and air
Bound were by magic spell
Never to do him harm;
Even the plants and stones;
All save the mistletoe,
The sacred mistletoe!

Hoeder, the blind old God,
Whose feet are shod with silence,
Pierced through that gentle breast
With his sharp spear, by fraud,
Made of the mistletoe!
The accursed mistletoe!

They laid him in his ship,
With horse and harness,
As on a funeral pyre.
Odin placed
A ring upon his finger,
And whispered in his ear.

They launched the burning ship!
It floated far away
Over the misty sea,
Till like the sun it seemed,
Sinking beneath the waves.
Balder returned no more!

So perish the old Gods!
But out of the sea of Time
Rises a new land of song,
Fairer than the old.
Over its meadows green
Walk the young bards and sing.

Build it again,
O ye bards,
Fairer than before;
Ye fathers of the new race,
Feed upon morning dew,
Sing the new Song of Love!

The law of force is dead!
The law of love prevails!
Thor, the thunderer,
Shall rule the earth no more,
No more, with threats,
Challenge the meek Christ.

Sing no more,
O ye bards of the North,
Of Vikings and of Jarls!
Of the days of Eld
Preserve the freedom only,
Not the deeds of blood!

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Mistletoe, Sedoka

We kissed under mistletoe;
fortuned to live together
happily under one roof.

Hanged branch from ceiling;
expecting growth prosperity
keeping witchcrafts miles away.

poem by S.D. Tiwari
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No-one

In my big old lonely house
I often hear things that aren't really there
For example the rustle of my paper
As no-one sits in my chair
And the squeak of old rusty floorboards
As no-one goes up the stairs

In my big old lonely house
I see things that don't exist
Like the wagging tail of a young Border Collie
As by the boiler no-one sits
Or a piece of fresh green mistletoe
Under which no-one kissed

In my big old lonely house
I smell things, but it's just lies
Maybe the rich heavy fumes of petrol
As up the road no-one drives
And the lovely sweet scent of perfume
As no-one sprays annoying flies

In my big old lonely house
I feel like I'm not really here
And now, here all on my own
I'm turning into no-one I fear
For I am old, and I am dying
And when I scream, no-one hears

poem by Amy Darnbrook
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Santas Beard

Once a year my friend puts on a red suit
And hangs around with me and my wife
Now I cant help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee
And she stands beneath the mistletoe screaming
For him to stand beneath the mistletoe screaming
Now I cant help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee
Why must she climb on his knee?
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
She kissed him once and whispered in his ear
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
I wish he would go
Hes breaking up my home
She always had this twisted side to her*
But shed never drag my name around town
But lately shes been humming cheating songs
And I dont like that fat guy around
No, I dont like that fat guy around
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
She kissed him once and whispered in his ear
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
I wish he would go
Hes breaking up my home
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
Thrilling christmas, trembling fear
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
I wish he would go
Hes breaking up my home

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Under the Wattle

"Why should not wattle do
   For mistletoe?"
Asked one -- they were but two --
   Where wattles grow.

He was her lover, too,
   Who urged her so --
"Why should not wattle do
   For mistletoe?"

A rose-cheek rosier grew;
   Rose-lips breathed low;
"Since it is here, and YOU,
   I hardly know
Why wattle should not do."

poem by Douglas Brooke Wheelton Sladen
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This Christmas

Words and music by donney hathway and nadine mckinnor
Hang all the mistletoe
Im gonna get to know you better
This christmas
And as we trim the tree
How much fun its gonna be together
This christmas
The fireside is blazing bright
Were caroling through the night
And this christmas will be
A very special christmas for me, yeah
Presents and cards are here
My world is filled with cheer and you
This christmas
Lights twinkle all around
But your eyes outshine the town
They do, this christmas
The fireside is blazing bright
Were caroling through the night
And this christmas will be
A very special christmas for me, yeah
This christmas will be
A very special christmas for me, yeah
The fireside is blazing bright
Were caroling through the night
Yeah, this christmas
Hang all the mistletoe
Im going to get to know you better
This christmas
This christmas
Yeah, this christmas will be
A very special christmas for me
This christmas
Hang all the mistletoe
Im going to get to know you better
This christmas

song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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