My husband bought ten bags of mistletoe from the Boy Scouts the other day, and if that isn't a hint I don't know what is. Maybe I have been a little distracted...bring on the fungus! Turns out, kissing under the mistletoe is a tradition that began in the 12th Century. Naughty knights! And according to accompanying Boy Scout literature, the romantic powers of mistletoe can be traced back even farther. It is considered a sacred plant in ancient European folklore and was considered a "bestower of life and fertility". (Careful where you hang that thing!) On the other hand, it has also been called a plant of peace, "under which enemies could declare a truce or warring spouses could kiss and makeup." Which begs the question, why only a Christmas tradition?