I'm an M.O.T., so for me, Christmas, meh. It's just kind of another day. I'm neither especially cranky about having to work nights through the holiday, nor is my heart filled with the dazzling light of yuletide joy.
But last night, a colleague reminded me of something that brought home the true meaning of Christmas: today, I am exactly halfway through my intern year.
We even had our own Christmas miracle: we got a kid with a huge neuroblastoma in his liver down to the CT scanner at 2 a.m....and he wasn't bleeding into the tumor. (The real miracle is the first part.)
Huzzah! I shall celebrate by sleeping through the better part of daytime without showering first.