"A Mistletoe Maid"

A Mistletoe Maid

by Irving

 
I kissed her--yes, I did--beneath

The mystic mistletoe

When Christmas bells were pealing out

Across the drifted snow.

She was a maiden sweet to see

And just my style to boot,

And so upon her ruby lips

I placed a swift salute.

For she had twined the berried

bough

On chandelier and wall,

And wreathed it all around the door,

And draped it in the hall,

And pinned it to the picture frames,

And hung it on the latch,

And tucked it in her hair, and so

I had to toe the scratch.