A Party Voyeur

I was invited to a party, and have been back to it many times over the years. It was so notable to me, because all of the people were having such a good time. Oh, it was just started by an older man who made his apprentices close up and see that there would be enough space for the food, drinks, musicians, and room for dancing. As the people came in, they were anxious to join in the merriment because this party was always held at Christmas, and everyone would have a good time because the host insisted on it. He paid for a party and would be one of the most active participants. Since he had paid for the party, he had the musicians play, and danced with reckless abandon despite his age. No one had more fun, as he would return again and again to the dance floor. His partner was his wife of many years, but it did not stop him from dancing with others who had come for the party. The guests came in their finery, and the oil lamps lit the room and decorations to make it a whimsical party. The settings were fit for royalty, the food was exquisite, the music light and airy, and nothing but a sea of smiles could be seen anywhere in the room. I was however, only a voyeur at the party. I wished that I was one of those that had been invited in true, but alas, my being there had a deeper purpose and meaning for me. It showed me that people can have a good time in each other's company, just by joining in with a smile and good natured feelings. Oh, how I wished it were truly real at the time. I haver returned many times to that party, as each year I wait for it to come on the TV. I would truly have loved to be at "Old Fezziwig's" party, and each year I try, even for a little while, give up my Scrooge! 12/11/20 Written for "Party Folk Poetry Contest" by Julia Ward