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X

X for kisses.
O for hugs.
Shouldn’t it be flipped?
We cross our arms to hug another.
An O our mouths when lipped.


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  1. John HoltonApril 27, 2019 at 11:36 AM

    Good point!

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    1. LisaApril 27, 2019 at 4:07 PM

      Thanks! Actually, the origin makes sense. It has to do with kissing the cross, as well as the symbol X for a signature, then kissed.

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  2. J Lenni DornerApril 27, 2019 at 11:50 PM

    Very nice poem. And yes, the X was for Christians and the O was for Jews. Not only is that where we got hugs and kisses, it's also where we got tic-tac-toe. The "mark" of your religion was also for signatures because literacy was illegal for a long time in many places, so people couldn't write their name.

    J Lenni Dorner~ Co-host of the #AtoZchallenge, Debut Author Interviewer, Reference& Speculative Fiction Author

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    1. LisaApril 28, 2019 at 9:41 AM

      I'd heard that history of O is apocryphal, but it could be. Of course, the X or cross was used centuries before the time of Christ, they "borrowed" it!
      I find the history of words, holidays, and traditions fascinating! Thanks for sharing.

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  3. A Tarkabarka HölgyApril 28, 2019 at 4:01 AM

    Totally makes sense! I have always wondered about this.

    The Multicolored Diary

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    1. LisaApril 28, 2019 at 9:41 AM

      It does make sense. Lots of things do once you find out the origins. As you probably know, what with so many stories having at least a kernel of history in them!

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  4. Deborah WeberApril 28, 2019 at 11:23 AM

    I think you've called this one correctly! And made me smile to boot.

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