Merry Christmas inell!

inell gave the following prompt: Kirk, McCoy - mistletoe for my holiday card exchange. Breathe easy: I swear, this is the last mistletoe-related fic I'm going to write! (...we all know I'm lying, right? Yeah, even I have to admit it.)

( Add It To The List, Kirk/McCoy, PG-13 )

This poem makes me smile and feel wistful when I read it

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.