Under The Mistletoe Poem by Randy McClave

Standing beneath the mistletoe
Depressed and by myself,
Then far away I hear a, "Ho Ho Ho"
I wish that I was that happy elf.
In the room there are happy faces
As they hold onto each other dearly,
But, for me there are no embraces
Loneliness, I can feel it quite clearly.

Standing beneath the mistletoe
As this joy arrives this time of year,
Santa had made a quick cameo
Loneliness again, I begin to feel it clear.
I then notice a pretty single Miss
As she is carrying a covered plate,
I am now prepared for that kiss
Maybe, her food is the bait.

Standing beneath the mistletoe
As I watch the single women pass me by,
I feel like the single dot on a domino
Or the solitary spot upon a die.
Up ahead I now see a blonde
I now begin to wet my lips,
Maybe upon my wink we'll go one step beyond
But, now as I think, she was an eclipse.

Randy L. McClave