From the crosses in your chestnuts
To the x-es in your sprouts,
Reminders there to osculate
And put your lips about.
Make sure you've got your mistletoe,
Pounce on them when they call,
Use every berry from the sprig,
When lurking in the hall.
Grannys, parents, kids, the postman,
Give 'em all a smacker,
Then later, sherried, fingers crossed,
Kiss your Christmas Cracker.
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