Tiny lights.

Four Christmases ago was really dark at our hospital. We were in what we thought was the middle of the pandemic. One of our units of 30 or so beds was in brand new space on the top floor of a new wing that opened in August 2020. And the nurses on that floor, which was a step down from ICU, were having a rough time. “We weren’t trained to be hospice nurses,” one said. Because that’s what was happening.

One Wednesday night, probably two weeks before Christmas, I walked out of the building ab...