Years and years ago, my family had an annual tradition around Christmas: they’d go out and harvest fresh mistletoe from some wild tree out in the middle of nowhere.  (Did you know mistletoe is actually some kind of parasite that grows ON trees, and isn’t itself FROM the tree?  I didn’t.)  We hadn’t done it in a long time — until this year, that is, when they decided that it was time that we got back in the habit of getting back together around the holidays.

So the week before Christmas, we all trooped down to Jackson County — in the first really big snowstorm of the year, mind — and went on a mistletoe hunt.  And went sledding.  And went Christmas caroling.  And drank eggnog and ate cookies and watched football and all the things you do with the ones who are important to you each year.

Anyway. I made this. Enjoy.