I went to this little gathering
Of friends and family.
I saw her sitting in the corner,
And she was making eyes at me.
So I found me a pen and paper,
And I sent her a little note.
You should have seen the way her eyes lit up
When she read the words I wrote.
Honey, meet me in the kitchen
Underneath the mistletoe,
You and me can do some kissing,
And there’s no need for anybody to know.
If they catch us, we can say it’s tradition.
Come on, everybody, you know
That a guy and a girl are supposed to kiss
When they meet beneath the mistletoe.
I saw her whisper something
In my Cousin Betty’s ear.
That’s when Betty looked at me,
And she was grinning from ear to ear.
I was feeling pretty good
When that lady pulled out a pen
And started writing something down
As she read my note again.
 
Once she finished writing
She put her pen away.
She gave the note to Cousin Betty,
And I was wondering what it might say.
Then Betty brought it over to me
And placed it in my hand,
And when I read the words she wrote
Then I began to understand.
Honey, meet me in the kitchen
Underneath the mistletoe,
You and me can do some kissing,
And there’s no need for anybody to know.
If they catch us, we can say it’s tradition,
But I think you ought to know
That a little over a month ago
I got married to your Uncle Joe.
Jan. 18, 1994
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