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After one spends the icy cold holiday season as a sleep-deprived intern in the I.C.U. of a Catholic teaching hospital, one learns the value of useful gifts. Tinsel was hung from the I.V. poles and vent tubes with care hoping to distract your gaze from the dying. Codes were common in the middle of the night. A potpourri of meds was fed into the central line. This was interspersed with cardiac episodes of V-tach, V-fib and eventually asystole. The sight of a lifeless body lying amongst the used syringes, wrappers and broken med vials following an unsuccessful code is something I will never forget.