We've had the same big "Old-Fashioned Christmas Parade" watch party/open house for seven years now. (Look at the Kid's chubby little cheeks and dapper peacoat at the first one!)
Donuts, cider, space for the kids to run amok--all the while waiting for the cry of "the horses are coming" as our local Christmas parade passes by our house on its way to the "official" start point downtown.
I think we've had as many as 50 people, and as few as 5 (the year Little Miss was born, but we still counted it as year four). Old friends, new friends, friends we see everyday, friends we see once a year--I really do pretty much invite everyone....and their friends. There are years I've been afraid our front porch might actually fall off, but apparently she's sturdier than she looks.
Sometime in the weeks before this year's parade, I realized that number seven will probably be our last.
We have plans to put our house on the market after the first of the year, so--with any luck--we'll be getting ready to have our first Christmas in our new home on Christmas parade day next year.
It's time. Even when we aren't having a party, our little house is starting to burst at the seams. Moving is going to be a good thing for our family, and I'm looking forward to making some new traditions and memories.
But I'm really going to miss our little accidentally discovered "Christmas perk". Along with the beautiful light in the dining room and the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, it's been one of my favorite things about our little Hacienda.