In fact, I had a mild freak-out Friday night when I started counting up the RSVPs. "Umm...so, we're going to have 45 people at our house tomorrow," I sheepishly told Sweet Husband.
His eyes got a little big, but he very practically reassured me, "At least the weather's supposed to be nice."
And it was. The weather was perfect, actually. And it was a good thing, because I think we might have actually hit that 45-people guesstimate, or even surpassed it.
But this is the thing I love about this particular party.
The math doesn't really make sense. I mean, after all, sometimes having four people in our house is too much. It's just not a big space.
But somehow--call it a Christmas miracle--it works. The kids play. The grown-ups get acquainted and re-acquainted. And then someone shouts, "The horses are coming!" and everyone runs outside to laugh and clap and shout "Merry Christmas" to the riders as they pass.
And it works out to be a jolly time. One of my favorites all year!