Lost and Found

I'm feeling like I've experienced a little post-Christmas miracle today.  Last week, while all my relatives from Spokane were visiting I misplaced my favorite silver ring.  It's not a very expensive ring. I paid $50 for it 20+ years ago. But it is very unique, Art Deco style, probably made in the 1920s or 30s, according to the salesman at the little pop-up antique booth in the mall where I bought it.  I've never seen another one quite liek it.  Over the years I've become a little superstitious about this ring and have worn it on almost every flight I've taken since I've owned it.  Anyway, back to my story.  I wore the ring the evening we all went out to dinner and when I came home the ring was a little tight so I left it on over night.  The next day, while visiting with the four children and two adults I absently mindedly slipped it off, and, I think, layed it on the end table by my sofa.  I didn't think anymore about it until the family left the next day and then I couldn't find it anywhere.  I literally searched high and low but I couldn't find it. Me, on my hands and knees, searching under furniture with a flashlight is not a pretty sight.  I even emptied my vaccuum cleaner bag for fear I might have sucked it up when I was doing some quick cleaning, but no luck.  I began to fear that I had accidentally thrown it away.  But today I started to take down my Christmas tree and there, on the floor, under the tree, was my ring, tucked in under the edge of the tree skirt.  I have no idea how it got there and I don't care.  I am just so pleased to have it back.  I will accept it as a quiet little miracle.  Oh, joy!!