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Do you know why we hang mistletoe above our doorways? Well I was curious so i did some internet searching and ran across a post on Smithsonianmag.com.
Baldur, grandson of the Norse god Thor, woke up one morning certain that each and every plant and animal on earth wanted to kill him. His mother consoled him. His wife consoled him, but all to no avail. As Baldur cowered in his room, half-wild with fear, his mother and wife decided to ask every living thing to leave their poor Baldur in peace. They begged the kindness of the oak tree, the pig, the cow, the crow, the ant and even the worm. Each agreed. Then, as Baldur paused to celebrate his release from torment, he felt a pain in his chest. He had been stabbed and killed by an arrow made from the wood of a mistletoe plant. Mistletoe was the one species on earth his wife and mother had failed to notice.
Baldur died, but a lesson was learned: Never forget about the mistletoe. Mistletoe would come to hang over our doors as a reminder to never forget. We kiss beneath it to remember what Baldur’s wife and mother forgot. At least that is one version of the origin of our relationship with mistletoe.
Read more: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/Mistletoe-The-Evolution-of-a-Christmas-Tradition.html#ixzz2F1yzUN2g
Follow us: @SmithsonianMag on Twitter
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Do you know why we hang mistletoe above our doorways? Well I was curious so i did some internet searching and ran across a post on Smithsonianmag.com.
Baldur, grandson of the Norse god Thor, woke up one morning certain that each and every plant and animal on earth wanted to kill him. His mother consoled him. His wife consoled him, but all to no avail. As Baldur cowered in his room, half-wild with fear, his mother and wife decided to ask every living thing to leave their poor Baldur in peace. They begged the kindness of the oak tree, the pig, the cow, the crow, the ant and even the worm. Each agreed. Then, as Baldur paused to celebrate his release from torment, he felt a pain in his chest. He had been stabbed and killed by an arrow made from the wood of a mistletoe plant. Mistletoe was the one species on earth his wife and mother had failed to notice.
Baldur died, but a lesson was learned: Never forget about the mistletoe. Mistletoe would come to hang over our doors as a reminder to never forget. We kiss beneath it to remember what Baldur’s wife and mother forgot. At least that is one version of the origin of our relationship with mistletoe.
Read more: http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/Mistletoe-The-Evolution-of-a-Christmas-Tradition.html#ixzz2F1yzUN2g
Follow us: @SmithsonianMag on Twitter
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Sad I know, but on a lighter note....
I'm having a contest, and it's pretty simple. Have you ever kissed or been kissed under the mistletoe? I'd love to hear about it :) Leave a comment on this post, along with your email address so I can contact you, 1 winner...maybe 2, will have their choice .... from any one of the anthologies I have stories in.
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Mistletoe Madness Blog Hop 2012
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Krista