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I love mistletoe because of what it means to me. Sixty years ago my dad took our family out into the Oklahoma countryside to gather pecans off a property that a friend owned. Us kids got busy and had a trunk full of pecans in the back of the family sedan. So we leave and driving further down the road my older sister sees a big clump of mistletoe and says we have to stop and pick it. She and my brother jump out of the car, get the mistletoe, get back, and my dad starts to drive off. Just then a man comes barreling down the road in a pickup and wants to know what we are doing on his property which just happens to be full of pecan trees. My dad explains that the kids just wanted some mistletoe, we weren’t doing anything else. We all held our breath because if he had demanded dad open the trunk it would have been hard to explain away a trunk over flowing with pecans.

Another reason is when I lived away from home (Oklahoma) it was a reminder of family. Yes, it’s a parasite but I don’t care.

Merry Christmas and all the best in the new year.

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