An invitation for every kind of gathering.

The mulled wine goes on at noon, and we keep refilling the pot until someone finds the bottom.

Party jollof and carols, words optional.

Ninety coupes, poured at twelve. Stand back.

Come early to help with the rolls. Stay late for pie.

Benedict grates every potato by hand. Bring your menorah; we light together.

Enter a pie or just come hungry. Ribbons go to best crust, best filling and best story.

Every generation at one table. Fish for abundance, and tangerines for the road home.

Wear your festive best. Diyas on every step, and plenty of sweets after the prayers.

Ma’amoul, Arabic coffee and the whole family, the weekend after Eid al-Fitr.

Bring a coat; the barn is drafty.

Seven courses from the sea, and midnight Mass for anyone still standing.

Oysters, a jazz trio and a champagne tower at the stroke of twelve.