Part I

By Jessica Ketchum
Student Writer

He pulls my hair
I give him the stare
He doesn’t know when to give up.
He flicks at my ear
Makes fun of my tears
And how I’m not sporty and tough.
He’ll eat off my plate
But when it’s getting late
He takes me to the porch on tip-toe.
He gives me my first kiss
Oh how I will miss
The sweet love of fresh mistletoe.

We enter the house
And he begins to announce
The decision we recently made.
He boasts and he gloats
Says he loves me the most
And joins the guys in their celebration parade.
I’m left in the corner
And in the middle of the disorder
He sneaks me out back and says hello.
I start to complain
But his kiss is INSANE
Oh how I adore the sweet love of fresh mistletoe.

He walks kind of loopy
His face sort of droopy
And his favorite game is take your teeth out.
He farts and he burps
And his coffee goes slurp slurp slurp
Oh I wonder why we ever went out.
I was sad and I was mad
But he pulled me like a young lad
To the porch where his kiss made the whole place glow.
It was late in December
And now I shall always remember
THE SWEET LOVE OF FRESH MISTLETOE.

Part II

By Leslie A. Vestal
Student Writer

I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus underneath the
mistletoe last night.
I saw Daddy kissing Mrs. Claus underneath the
mistletoe last night.
They didn’t see me creep
To take a sneak peek
At the evil mistletoe that I’m throwing away TONIGHT!

Part III

By Jessica Armistead
Student Writer

Jack Frost is the first to let me know Christmas is here.
Tis the season to find a perfect tree.
He buckles my snow boots and I zip his zipper.
Hand in hand we walk towards the snow.
With his icy touch,
Jack Frost waits for us.
He is eleven and I am ten.
We are both hoping that Christmas
will be like this again.
I trip and fall.
I hurt my knee.
My prince in snow boots
Comes to rescue me.
Then, what to my wandering eyes should appear?
The perfect tree has finally found us.
I grab towards the saw
But get a big surprise.
His hand grabs mine and our fingers twine.
When he looks up, so do I.
The kiss is sweet and I finally know why.

Oh, the sweet love of fresh Mistletoe.