I’ll be honest; I haven’t been underneath any mistletoe since a fantastically bad holiday party that led to an incredibly fun few weeks way back before I was married.

We don’t have any mistletoe.

What we do have thanks to Will the 4-year-old are hugging stars.  What are they?  Same concept, less prickly.  He wanted to hang some Chanukah decorations (or Hannukah – there are many ways to spell this holiday as I wrote about here) and after I commented about the placement of mistletoe, I came back to find his handiwork on a sign.

So what to do next?

Hug and eat soup.

*PS I realize that the shot of the stars might lead one to believe we live in a house designed by Escher, with only doorways that lead into other doorways. We do not.