Mistletoe Quotes

“While she could hardly fathom what had just happened to her that night, she reached some conclusions before she fell asleep, certain things now made perfect sense; Moon River didn’t sound so syrupy, mistletoe wasn’t such a bad idea, and perhaps dating was not such a frivolous waste of time after all.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

“Come on, Forney.'
Novalee, it's a parasite.'
But it's a tradition.'
It's a parasite! And you expect people to stand under it and kiss?'
Yes! it's what people do with mistletoe.”
― Billie Letts, Where the Heart Is

“It's supposed to be jolly, with mistletoe and holly... and other things ending in olly.”
― Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

“Oh sweet December,
You bring us Charlie Brown, chestnuts and candy canes,
You add such sweetness to your name
You bring us garland, gingerbread and mistletoe,
You also bring us everything wrapped in a bow
Oh sweet December-you’re so good to us,
You always prepare us for The Christmas fuss”
― CHARMAINE J FORDE

“The tradition was that with each kiss a berry was picked off the mistletoe. Once the last berry was gone, then there could be no more kissing," Chris revealed as he leaned closer before whispering, "And that's a total shame.”
― Sarah Stein, Mistletoe

“Miles scoffs. "That wasn't a kiss."

I immediately regret all those times I told my brother he's an idiot; very clearly he is a true seer with the emotional intelligence of Yoda.

"Dude, it's fine," Theo growls.

But we're in our own little bubble now. Andrew laughs quietly. "He's right. It wasn't really a kiss."

Andrew. Kissed me. On the mouth. I shrug with feigned indifference. Keeping y voice low. "It was fine."

"I promise you", he whispers, "my goal for our first kiss was not 'Fine."

"Okay, well," I say, my heart showing itself up to my throat.

"Try again"

He quirks a brow, eyes darting down to my mouth and back up again.”
― Christina Lauren, In a Holidaze

“Mistletoe. I surmount all obstacles.”
― Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers

“Every sip reminded her of him. Dark, occasionally bitter and abrasive on the first note, but with each new taste a surprise opened of split pines, a little nuttiness, and a tender vein sweetness winding deep within. Emma didn’t want to stop drinking it, but she feared what would happen when it was gone.”
― Ellen Mint, Mistletoe Latte

“Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as she pressed closer. Then her lips parted to his, and there was no mistaking the passion in her response.
Wild and sweet…
His eyes were closed, but in his mind’s eye he saw the lights of the giant tree, and he knew he’d found a Christmas memory worth keeping.”
― Sierra Donovan, Do Not Open 'Til Christmas

“A Christmas Without Mistletoe by Stewart Stafford

What a holiday season!
No deliveries of mistletoe,
Could it be a Grinch-like,
Cancel culture embargo?

At the rate we're going,
We'll have no chance to kiss,
Can the Scrooge supply chain,
Find salvation after Christmas?

So save up your kisses,
Dampen down your ardour,
And maybe we can smooch,
In January's restocked larder.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Dear friends and family,
This year we did not get engaged. We acquired no pet, and we did not produce a child. We did not buy a car or house. We did not take the package deal. We did not join the club. We did not order the special. We never multiplied our miles. We had some arguments, that’s true. There was so much we did not see. We did not know. We did not understand. At times we drank heavily. Happy holidays to all!
xoo,
Lane and Gil.”
― Lydia Millet, Dinosaurs

“Topsy-turvy is the only order of the day—or night, as it happens—on the Eve of the Epiphany. My brother is not far wrong in seeing Twelfth Night as a threat to decency. For women are expected to dress as men, and men, as women. Children hold court at the Children’s Ball, with their parents as toad-eating subjects. Servants are permitted to sauce their masters. Grooms may kiss the Lady of the Manor—provided they present a sprig of mistletoe.”
― Stephanie Barron, Jane and the Twelve Days of Christmas

“The town seemed to be full of oddities. Like the garden of strange snow statues, carved to look like little round men with jaunty black hats and carrots for their noses. And the leafy green bouquets with white berries tied up in bows hanging over archways all around town, often with two people smooching beneath them, as if the leaves were sprinkled with some kind of love potion. And then there was the large rotating contraption of wooden animals spinning round and round as jaunty music played from a hidden speaker. Even stranger, several children were riding on these animals, squealing in delight as they spun.
Looks like fun, Sally couldn't help thinking.”
― Mari Mancusi, Sally's Lament