My parents spend every Christmas in the hospital.
My dad is a charge nurse, and my mom’s a doctor. And me? I’m their disappointing daughter who faints at the sight of blood and can never imagine wearing scrubs to work every day.
We spend every Christmas at the hospital because injuries and illnesses don’t take a day off, and every year I feel bad for the people there.
So this year, I’m going to do something about it.
I’m raising money for care packages for every patient and their family.
But so far, I'm off to a terrible start. People walking past my booth act like I’m one of a million snowflakes falling from the sky. Nothing special and practically invisible.
Until Paxton.
He’s a pro snowboarder my age heading for the Olympics. The first person to treat my goals like more than a cute Christmas hobby.
With him at my side I’m feeling like this is actually possible–making a difference at the hospital and maybe even getting my first mistletoe kiss.
