This is the year, she thought, when Tizzy might
Take hold of her hand when they danced in the night.
And maybe—that’s maybe—he’d give her a kiss
Beneath the green mistletoe. That would be bliss!
Just thinking of this made her blush like a rose
As she threw back her covers and threw on her clothes.
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