When I was young one of the prevalent holiday practices was the Christmas office party. But not the type portrayed in "Mad Men". Ours was more sedate where we exchanged gifts with each other. Then one year a colleague's wife who was a nurse suggested instead that we visit the local hospital and bring our gifts and good wishes to the children's ward. But we learned that the kiddies were booked up and we were placed on the wait list behind the firemen and Kiwanis. So we wandered over to the geriatric ward and found a piano player and did our caroling and gift giving to the old folks where there was no waiting and some of these smiling seniors sang along with us. What a marvelous experience - we had found our niche! I hope you do too.
tjs
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