My work was throwing a Christmas extravaganza for the patients and there families. I served drinks, (sparkling cider and white grape fruit juice), nothing terribly exciting, as Myles flirted with all the spectator's. He laughed and coo'd at all the decorations and crazy nurses who wander the halls at Aspen. As santa arrived, we ran to be the first in line. Crazy mom madness, which I used to only laugh at. Myles didn't cry, actually, didn't notice Santa much. He was much more enthralled with my camera. Hmm, maybe next year.
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