A Different Guest List!

A rather big party, to be exact. My husband thought I had lost my mind. My kids thought I had lost my mind. But I was a woman on a mission with plans that could not be thwarted. After a come to Jesus meeting with my precious family about the whole Christmas party thing, my people did the only thing they could do: They made popcorn and pulled up a seat to watch the their mama actually lose her mind.

I mailed the invitations. I cleaned the house. I made 10 pounds of fudge, 100 molasses spiced cookies, 100 chocolate shortbread cookies, caramel corn, marinated olives, fruit trays, veggie trays, and 10 pounds of little smoked sausages swimming in bbq sauce. I even ordered a spiral sliced ham and made a couple of hundred rolls. I mixed up apple cider and made a hot chocolate bar. On the day of the party, I lit the candles and made the tablescapes and at a few minutes before 7, the first guests arrived.

For the next three hours, our home was filled with people. The food was eaten. Drinks were spilled. Children cried. Grownups laughed. One little boy ate all the cherry tomatoes while standing over the tray of vegetables.

After the last guests pulled out of the drive and the last candle had pooled into a smear of wax, my dear man turned to me and asked one question. So, how do you think it went? I shrugged before answering. Something was missing. I just can't put my finger on what that something is right now. It took me three months of thinking about that Christmas party before the answer came to me. I had invited all the wrong people. Last year, as soon as the leaves began to turn orange and fall from the trees, I got another wild hair to throw a Christmas party. A rather big party to be exact. One with thousands of twinkly lights and a bonfire in the backyard and marshmallows on sticks and roasted hot dogs and piping hot bowls of chili and hundreds of those little storebought shortbread cookies with the sprinkles baked into them. I imagined a pile of Little Debbie Christmas tree cakes and jars filled with peppermint sticks. And I imagined last minute, face to face invitations shared on the doorstep of every neighbor in my neighborhood. The kind of invitation with no RSVP, only a 'We'd love to have you.' Please come right now. When I told my dear, sweet man what I was thinking, he grinned and called me crazy. When I told my precious kiddos what I was thinking, they beamed and called me awesome. On the day of the party, I strung every donated strand of light from every fence post in our yard. I put a handful of glittered Christmas trees on each picnic table.

I made 10 gallons of chicken chili and mixed up an igloo cooler of hot chocolate. I filled large jars with marshmallows for roasting and peppermint sticks for licking.

I arranged cookies on trays and stacked Little Debbies in neat little piles. A fire was made in the backyard and sticks prepped for roasting. At dusk, my dear, sweet man and my precious kiddos made their rounds through the neighborhood and invited everyone they saw. And as soon as it got dark, everyone with nowhere else to be came to gather under the lights and around the fire.

The children ran wild. The grownups burned marshmallows. Everyone ate chili topped with dollops of sour cream and cheese and roasted hot dogs. Little Debbie Christmas cakes were devoured. The whole yard reverberated with laughter and joy and the thrill of a people who, for an evening, had felt their worth. As the fire dwindled to ash and the air became like frost, our neighbors began to make the short walk home and my man turned to me and asked the same question from a few years earlier. So, how do you think it went? This time I grinned before answering. It was perfect. Let's do it again. We're smack dab in the middle of the season of celebration. Invitations to all sorts of events are likely to be piling up on your counters and on your fridge right alongside all the parties and events you have planned to host. And if you're anything like me, you're already feeling the season closing in so tight around you, you can feel a bit of the joy being squeezed right out. One invite begets another invite and before we know it, our calendars are filled with parties with the same groups of people who have also been invited to other parties.

But what if this year could be different? What if instead of saying yes to every party, we said yes to one? And what if that one party was the one we decided to host for the people closest to us: Our literal neighbors? I think it may be the best thing we do all year.of every neighbor in my neighborhood. The kind of invitation with no RSVP, only a 'We'd love to have you.' Please come right now. When I told my dear, sweet man what I was thinking, he grinned and called me crazy. When I told my precious kiddos what I was thinking, they beamed and called me awesome. On the day of the party, I strung every donated strand of light from every fence post in our yard. I put a handful of glittered Christmas trees on each picnic table.