Molded and mounded into a shape that all would recognize, she topped off the breakfast pastry with a caramelized star that caught the glow of the always burning bakery ovens. We all stood around and admired it with a moment of silence. Draped in caramel, the tree glistened as it was carried with great procession to the pastry area, where we all took bets on how long it would last before someone carved into it.
Wouldn't seeing this put you in the festive holiday?
By the end of breakfast the tree was still intact, caramel armor having withheld the numerous tappings and probings of the community. I'm not sure what place of honor it got after the meal, but during it, it was all anyone noticed.
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