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Mistletoe
Mistletoe is one of the best things about Christmas, Cliff Richard sang about it so it must be. It is a fabulous excuse to kiss any stranger you come across or to get a kiss off that gorgeous guy at work that you have been eyeing up since last years Christmas party. Just because you have a branch with a few leaves and berries on, it means that you can lock lips with anyone you like without being put on an assault charge, or at least try to.
So when the 1st of December dawns you can head to the garden centre, spend an exorbitant amount of money for two leaves and get your blue tac out to stick the mistletoe above the front door. This is part of your action plan to get a smooch of the yummy postman, but sadly instead you get the 60 year old slimy postman that is always mentally undressing you, maybe mistletoe above the door isn't such a good idea.
So where has the excuse of kissing someone dishy under the mistletoe come from? Well, it goes all the way back to the Greek festival of Saturnalia and was later used as part of marriage rites. Mistletoe has always been thought of as magical and is believed to have the power of fertility. Mr and Mrs Von Traap and Ma and Pop Larkin must have had an awful lot of it then. It was also considered to be a plant of peace under which enemies could declare a truce or fighting spouses could kiss and make-up under it. I don't see David Cameron and Ed Milliband kissing under the mistletoe anytime soon though.
At Christmas a young lady (after all we are perceived to be the desperate ones) stands under a mistletoe ball and cannot refuse to be kissed, not even by a spotty 14 year old boy. If the girl remained unkissed she cannot expect to marry the following year, happy new year to her. Frantic girls who haven't been kissed under the mistletoe yet please don't head for a tub of Ben and Jerry's and watch Bridget Jones, even though it is very tempting.
Crackers
When Thomas died his two sons took over the business and the paper hat was added to the cracker in the early 1900s. By the end of the 1930s the love poems had been replaced by jokes or limericks, say hello to Rudolph crossing the road. Crackers are a staple of our Christmas dinner, along with Brussel sprouts and slightly burnt parsnips. We listen to the jokes, tut and try to casually swap our mini screw driver with our sisters mini compact mirror. We put the paper hat on, laugh at how silly our dad looks in it and of course there is always some kind of little dispute, mainly over who gets the last roast potato and strong words are exchanged all the time while you are wearing a silly paper hat. Its the only day in the year when it is acceptable to wear a paper hat while debating with your loved ones whether its world politics or if that girl off Strictly really does need a new haircut. Whatever happens on the day, big arguments, door slamming, or your Grandma nodding off we keep the paper hat on all day regardless. The jokes and mini dice don't last as long though.
Second Hand Rose
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ReplyDeleteGreat post again!! I definitely agree with the mistletoe part! Gosh, it's the only time of year when Dan the hunk from work has no choice but to kiss me. RESUUUUULT!!!! Xx
ReplyDeletei liked reading about the mistletoe. that's very interesting. ;)
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