I had forgotten about "The Miracle" that occurred over vacation. Ellen was looking at Mum's Christmas cards that Mum tapes to the doors and doorframes, and somehow one of the cards went flying and landed... well, like this.
It could never happen again in a million years.
We were tempted to build a glass box around it and preserve it for the rest of our lives-- you know, how people think they see Jesus in a tortilla or the Virgin Mary on the living room wall.
We wanted to know who the card was from, but how do you find out without moving it? Eventually we did end up picking it up and it turned out to be from Mum and Dad's dentist.
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