once I was Santa Claus, but that wasn't in the Hospital... there we were forbidden to "Hum Carols" by executive order... it was in the desert where we ate turkey, duck,capon, ham - cooked Maori style buried in the sand.
And what did we drink? Naturally gluhwein made by our Danish friends and white and red wines of our own making. And did we sing? You bet we did, the Escarpment some 150 kilometres from the hospital rang with 'Good King Wenceslas', 'We Three Kings of Orient
Are' etc -- probably never before heard in the desert of Saudi -- and maybe not since. We had a Christmas bonus, it poured with rain but we had eaten, presents given, wine drunk; we enjoyed the rain, hadn't had any for two years. I can still see the remaining
Brussel sprouts floating on a platter.