My mom made me this awesome Christmas-y beanie back at the start of December; it was inspired by the discovery that she had a pattern for crocheted mistletoe.
In case you were wondering, on the very top of the hat is sewn a sprig of crocheted mistletoe.
I've worn it every time I left the house since she made it.
Just so you know, it's been cold enough to wear it every time I left the house.
With Christmas only days away, I'm kind of disappointed that no one gave me a kiss.
I mean, it's not the end of the world, but I can think of at least one girl whom I would be happy to receive a kiss from.
What if I told you it was biblically sound to kiss someone under the mistletoe?
You can get all puritanical if you're that against giving me a kiss, but I promise I've got fresh breath.
The early church had no qualms about smooching. Is it worth mentioning those silly Corinthian brothers probably kissed people? Heck, if it had been around back then, I bet a bunch of the saints would have loved using kiss-o-grams.
Paul knew how important kisses were and he wanted people to know it.
Jesus' homeboy Peter did too. His advice: Pucker up.
Would I turn down a kiss from any of you single women? I'll give you an honest answer. Not at all.
Meh, there's not much time left for my mistletoe hat to do its job, but maybe I've got a kiss to look forward to in my near future anyways. Who knows.
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