Logan
Monday morning, my limo pulled up in front of the Maria Fareri Children's Hospital. I got out of the car, dressed like Santa Claus, scooped up the huge red bag filled with toys sitting in the backseat, and slung them over my shoulder. I laughed, thinking of Abigail. Actually, she was the one who gave me the idea to dress like Santa Claus. I chuckled and walked into the building with no fanfare or publicity. I didn't want this to turn into a three-ring circus. The children deserved better.
"We'll start off here in the ICU," the hospital coordinator said, dressed in a business dress suit and matching high heels that clicked against the linoleum floor as we walked past a wall with an impressive mermaid mural. "Many of the children here have cancer or leukemia, and are terminal."
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