I’ll be busy in kitchen—
pies and cookies to bake,
while thinkin’ of my cowboy,
the sweet kisses he’ll take.

I’ll clean all the windows
shake all the rugs,
while my mind keeps wanderin’
to that man, and his hugs.

The tree will quite sparkle
with lights all aglow
as I hang above doorways
ribbon-laced mistletoe.

The party will start,
and we’ll all come together—
traverse near and far,
no matter the weather.

We’ll eat, we’ll laugh,
sing songs, and make merry
‘til we gals start to wander
‘neath mistletoe—there to tarry.

I know he’ll be watchin’
all anxious and shy
as he races to me
beating all other guys.

He’ll blush rosy-red
just like he always does,
and my curious aunties
will be all abuzz.

But, just let ‘em look,
gossip, and stare.
I’ll not be ashamed
as I stand waitin’ there.

Yes, under the mistletoe
I’ll wait for my man
to seal love with a kiss,
and marry up when we can.

Tamara Hillman
©2011