One Christmas, when I was still a boy, we tagged along with my mother to her day shift at the Russell Kemp nursing home in Titahi Bay.
As I recall, only three people died that day. I have a vivid memory of helping shift at least one body from the bed to a gurney - my first close encounter with a corpse.
Frankly, I'd imagined Christmas Day panning out a little differently: riding my new bike, eating chocolates, sleeping in the afternoon... But in hindsight the experience is probably one of the many gifts I should thank my mother for, but haven't.
So, yeah, you know, thanks Mum.