Oh, ho, the mistletoe, hung where you CAN'T see...
It's the first of December. To those who regularly inhabit the Mansion, you may notice something a little bit different. Unfortunately, you may notice a little too late.
Countless sprigs of mistletoe have been hung in various spots, all cleverly placed and awaiting their victims. No need to fear, there is nothing enchanted about them; aside from the strange effect they seem to have on those who believe in upholding even the silliest of Christmas traditions.
Stargirl, however, believes much in the making of your own traditions. Perhaps being caught under the mistletoe with another means, at least for you personally, that you will smack the other person upside the head. Or, perhaps, you will immediately adjourn to the kitchen and spoon-feed figgy pudding to each other. Whatever it may be, Stargirl approves.
As long as it's something!
Countless sprigs of mistletoe have been hung in various spots, all cleverly placed and awaiting their victims. No need to fear, there is nothing enchanted about them; aside from the strange effect they seem to have on those who believe in upholding even the silliest of Christmas traditions.
Stargirl, however, believes much in the making of your own traditions. Perhaps being caught under the mistletoe with another means, at least for you personally, that you will smack the other person upside the head. Or, perhaps, you will immediately adjourn to the kitchen and spoon-feed figgy pudding to each other. Whatever it may be, Stargirl approves.
As long as it's something!