Yesterday I went with Mom to her cardiologists Christmas party. Mom lives in a senior residence and her doctors come right to the campus. So the cardiologist sees a large percentage of the population there. Every year he throws a grand Christmas party and makes sure to invite his patients and their families. I go with her to all of her doctor appointments so he knows me well. The party was a luncheon. We had a spinach salad with orange cranberry dressing, grilled veggies, butternut squash ravioli, chicken piccata, and salmon with pomegranates in a sauce. We had rolls with honey butter and for dessert cherry strudel and mini mousses. They had a pianist playing Christmas carols and a choir performing. The doctor went around wishing everyone happy holidays and being as proud as he could be of his party. I am sure that there were residents that were not his patients that crashed the party. There always are. It also surprises me that people who are relatively wealthy still stash all the rolls they can grab and pieces of strudel in their walkers. The doctor gives out nice pocket calendars and they grab as many of them as they can get. I wonder what they are going to do with them.