This is the little guy who hung (and still does) in our kitchen doorway, every Christmas. He gave my dad an excuse to grab ahold of mom and kiss her, anytime.
Hey – maybe that’s why dad loved Christmas!?!?
I remember as a little girl, seeing dad and mom kiss under the mistletoe, and giggling while thinking my daddy was so silly.
I remember seeing them, as a teenager, and thinking, “Oh brother – gross! “.
And now, I’d give anything to see them smoochin under the mistletoe again.
Hang some mistletoe.
Grab a “honey”.
Smooch er up!