Last week, HQ held its breath as destiny decided who would accompany the boss on the sacred mistletoe pilgrimage — that ancient annual journey to the mistletoe auctions, where frost bites, farmers barter, and bargains are to be had.

And now, dear readers, the moment has come:

The Chosen One has returned.
Cold.
Weary.
Smelling faintly of bacon butties.
But home nonetheless — and the season can officially begin.

By lunch time, the van overflowed with bundles of mistletoe stacked like treasure, holly piled high, and one cup holder permanently claimed by the boss’s tea.

The Chosen One reports:

• Many cups of tea consumed.
• Made friends with a farmer or two.
• Sneaked in a kiss under the “toe” from a lovely old lady.
• Spirits very high (despite temperatures very low).

They return bearing gifts — not frankincense or myrrh, but mistletoe, holly, and the humble magic of the season.

Their arrival was met like heroes home from a quest:

Doors flung open.
Cheers raised.
One team member whispered, “Thank goodness it wasn’t me.”

And with that, Christmas begins.
Because nothing marks the season quite like that first mistletoe bundle landing at HQ.

Take a peek at Intermistletoe — delivering Christmas greenery (and the odd kiss) nationwide 😘💚🎄
👉 www.intermistletoe.co.uk

May your brew be warm, your greenery joyful, and your festive mood soaring — and if mistletoe happens to land above your doorway, take that as official encouragement to enjoy a kiss or two. Until the next Weekly Brew, when hamper season truly takes over…

Cheers,
The Interdelightful Crew 💫