Beneath Mistletoe wrapped in red ribbon dangling from a golden string,

Their lips meet

In almost a spark and firework of joy, they hug, swaying and swinging from side to side

After a minute or two they release one another from their tight loving hugs;

hand in hand, the couple walk on

With their hands in the grip of one another

They are giggling;

Perhaps from the blissful moment under the mistletoe?

Standing at a distance,

My heart feels warmer

I get a lump in my throat,

wishing I had someone to spend Christmas with me