t seemed like a crazy idea, inviting people we didn’t even know to come to a party at our house. Well, we did know Gary, Margaret, and their son, Gary, Jr., next door, and we had spoken a few times to Dale and Carol, the neighbors across the street, but that was about it.
Since Christmas is a natural time for parties, my husband and I decided it would be an ideal opportunity to get to know the neighbors better by welcoming them into our home. We set the date for Sunday, December 18, at 5:00 p.m.
On a Sabbath afternoon in early December, Clinton and I, along with our 14-year-old daughter, Heather, sat at our dining room table with paper, ribbons, scissors, and glue, making simple invitations. Then we went up and down the street knocking on doors and handing out our homemade invitations.