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LOVE MATH!
Christmas is coming and I have looked back to earlier posts for holiday greetings -- a version of the growing snowball poem above was first posted in 2012 and here, from 2010, is a Christmas verse that celebrates pi:
Now, I wish I could recollect pi.
"Eureka," cried the great inventor.
Christmas Pudding; Christmas Pie
Is the problem's very center.
In 2015 this posting sang of the twelve days of Christmas and in 2014 (thanks to www.poets.org) I offered a link to the poem "Christmas Trees" by Robert Frost (1874-1963); that 1916 poem includes some calculations and reflections based on the line:
“A thousand trees would come to thirty dollars.”
Found also at poets.org, a lovely poem of ice skating and mathematics and Christmas by Cynthia Zarin; the title is "Skating in Harlem, Christmas Day."
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