mistletoe police

“Look, we’re both under the mistletoe,” I joke. “Looks like you gotta kiss me.” They smile and walk away, but suddenly a dozen police officers burst through the windows. “Put your hands up and keep your lips puckered,” they yell. “We’re the mistletoe police, enforcing holiday kisses worldwide. You’ve committed one hell of a crime!” They force our heads together and we awkwardly kiss in fear.