Trombones

The trombone Christmas party, one of my favorite holiday events,

usually takes place on a cul-de-sac at the bottom of my hill. 

I've never attended, but always benefited from being able to hear the horns from my deck.

This year, the party moved locations, and although still close by,

I wouldn't be able to hear it from my house.

Plans to host a party were thwarted, but luckily,

a friend secured me an invitation.

Pure magic.

A short walk, and down the steep stone stairs to a 1920s Spanish,

I saw the courtyard glowing from fire pits, and stands of white lights.

Twenty five, super talented studio trombonists gathered on the steps.  

I drank mulled wine, chatted with neighbors, and toasted my good fortune.