For 18 years of my adult life, Christmas meant that I had to work. I was a medical technologist in hospital hematology labs, and because hospitals never close, labs don't either. In the beginning I had to work because my seniority was way down at the bottom, but later when I became the supervisor, I worked because I chose to. I still got to celebrate with family and friends, it was just later (sometimes in June, but better late than never!). By volunteering and putting myself on the schedule, it made a big difference to someone with lower seniority who might have had to work. For many years, that provided me with a wonderfully quiet feeling of holiday spirit - giving of myself to make someone happy.
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