A lit up Christmas tree at night just makes the house cozy. Is it because of the soft glow of the lights or the association of the tree with fond memories of Chritmas' past? While contemplating this pine ponderance, I realized something awful. My paramecium was missing! In second grade, our teacher Mrs. Davis, had us make Christmas ornaments by melting crayon shavings between wax paper with an iron- I think an adult did the ironing part since I have no visual scars. For some reason, this ornament holds a special place in my heart and I have made sure that it has been on every Christmas tree where I resided. To my mother's relief it went with me after I was married and now I have to make sure my children don't "accidentally forget" to put it on the tree - which I'm sure is what happened this year. However, all is well. I found it at the bottom of the ornament box and now it is in its place of honor on o' Tannenbaum.
I call it a paramecium because of its shape.
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