A Sprig of Mistletoe.
I sent a sprig of mistletoe To Nan, my heart’s delight, And in the note these words I wrote : “ I’ll come myself to-night.” “ She’ll hang it on the chandelier,” I thought, then dreamt of bliss; “ For when the mistletoe is near She can’t deny a kiss.” Nan greeted me with modest mien, My eyes roved round the room, No mystic berries could be seen, And I was filled with gloom. “ Something you miss ?” she archlyasked, Her fond blue eyes a-twinkling. “ Where is the mistletoe ?” I gasped, “ Do not deny an inkling. “ You did not throw the twig away, With all its precious berries, To keep from me on Christmas Day Your sweet lips, red like cherries ?” , She smiled a saucy little smile, “ Oh, no ; I did not dare.” I looked again and saw she’d twined. Those berries in her hair.
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Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 20, 18 December 1906, Page 1 (Supplement)
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144A Sprig of Mistletoe. Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 20, 18 December 1906, Page 1 (Supplement)
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