Themed Christmas Party!

All in FUN…

The bright green lights that were her earrings, blinked with a rapid rhythm as she spoke which made it difficult to follow whatever it was she was trying to tell me. I am sure that her words were eloquent, but my eyes kept jumping to those lights and the other lights around us and the mesmerizing blinking of bright green that screamed out at me made it near impossible to concentrate.

It was a Christmas party and all those present were ready for fun. Many had likely spent days or weeks planning, and some actually making their attire for this evening. When we arrived it was early and only a handful of people were there at the time, most were helping with the last minute details of the food and drinks and such things.

Unlike most shows that my son plays, this one was in a residential area and was a private party. The home was lovely. It was beautifully decorated, it screamed hello with so many bright lights and a beautiful reindeer at the street. A huge stocking with a whimsical look was on the front door welcoming the guests warmly. It was a place that was warm, friendly and magical. The Christmas tree had the backside of an elf poking out; it appeared he had taken a dive into the tree and gotten stuck there. This tree was fabulously decorated with some of the most unique and unusual ornaments I had seen. The decorations spoke to me, and they said, “We are happy”, “We are a filled with whimsy and joy”, “Please join us in celebrating Christmas!” What more could any guest want?

The number of guests had grown by the time my son began playing his music; many of these fancifully dressed people gathered to hear him. Some danced, some just listened, all were appreciative and gracious. There were many who were familiar with him and his music and for others it was a new experience. It is always fascinating as I observe the differences in people as they listen to music. People are unique in how they feel music and how deeply it touches them. Some will stand and sway, while others can’t be still, it grabs them all the way into their bones; yet some are like pillars of stone. I often wonder if these stoic ones are feeling it more profoundly than anyone but are unable to express it openly.

My attention was suddenly directed to a man who was friendly, kind and full of spirit, and his outfit was hilarious. He wore a very tight sweater that looked like the top of a Santa costume. I noticed each button was holding on for dear life and preparing to let go and shoot across the room at any moment. The fabric appeared to bow out between each button while straining to hold itself together. Then there was the tights, and those were likely the tightest tights I had ever seen. There was a pattern of some sort but I tried not to stare at his tights.  He wore snowman socks and bright red santa slippers with a row of white puffiness around the top in Santa style. After taking all of that in, I looked at his face and he had the most wonderful smile I have ever seen. He was happy and he was joyful throughout the night.

I saw many others wearing tights, two or three more were men but the majority were women. I have to say the tights looked the best of the ladies. One lady wore a pair that was brightly colored and had large candy canes in the pattern, they definitely drew your eye to her legs and it was difficult to look away.

I saw several costumes that were homemade for sure. It appeared they had gotten a regular sweat shirt or long sleeved shirt and attached garland and glitter. Some had even used Christmas stockings and other Christmas decorations they somehow had sewn on or perhaps glued.

Then I spied a couple that were my personal favorite. He wore a dark sport coat, a dress shirt and tie with a pair of pajama pants that one might wear at Christmastime. I believe the pajama pattern was snowmen but I do not remember for sure. He was tall, trim and looked very handsome. She wore a Santa suit that was unusual. It was red and white. It had the large black belt at the waist. It was what you might call form-fitted. It fit close to her body to show off her beautiful figure. I thought she looked adorable; I wanted to be her. She had pretty blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail and she looked happy as she danced and spoke with her partner.

The party was a success in my opinion. The hosts were pleasant and gracious, their home was fabulous and fabulously decorated. There was food galore and drinks galore for their guests to partake of and they were attentive to the needs of everyone who came. They had a raffle entry and name tags just inside the front door and that added a bonus to the party. The guests were intrigued as each one hoped to win the prize.

When someone decides to host a party it is a big commitment. These hosts thought of everything that could make for a fun night for their invited guests. No stone was left unturned in their plans and preparation for last night. If it was the county fair, they should get the Blue Ribbon. I hope they have a wonderful, FUN and Merry Christmas as they have added so much to the holiday season for so many people, including me. I would like to thank Brent for how welcoming and kind he was to me and to my son.