A Merry White House Christmas

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Some invitations arrive with a polite formality. Others arrive with a quiet sense of history attached. The latter was very much the case for our recent visit to the White House Christmas Party—an afternoon that felt less like a social event and more like a living, breathing expression of America at its very best.

The weather, to begin, could not have been more perfect. December in Washington can be moody—gray skies, stiff winds, a damp chill that sneaks into your coat. Not this day. The air was crisp but gentle, the sky cooperative, as if even the elements understood they were part of something special. The walk up Pennsylvania Avenue carried a certain electricity, the kind you feel when you know you’re stepping into a place where decisions are made, history is shaped, and traditions are carefully kept.

Upon entering, the soundtrack of the afternoon immediately announced itself. A Marine Corps string section, paired with a classic power trio, filled the entry with rich, resonant sound. Christmas carols poured lavishly over partygoers—familiar melodies rendered with elegance and precision. It wasn’t background music. It was atmosphere. The kind that slows your step, lifts your eyes, and reminds you that Christmas, at its heart, is meant to be both reverent and joyful.

Every room told its own story. Each featured a Christmas tree with a distinct theme—carefully curated, deeply intentional, and breathtaking in execution. Some leaned into Americana, others into natural elements, others into classic elegance. The White House has always understood presentation, but the holiday décor was on another level entirely. These were not decorations; they were visual essays—each one thoughtful, restrained, and stunning. I’ve seen Christmas celebrated in many cities and countries, but few places do it with this level of grace and narrative clarity.

Then there was the food. Calling it “excellent” would be an understatement bordering on injustice. Stone crab claws arrived chilled and pristine. Filet mignon shaved razor-thin, rich and tender, practically dissolving on the plate. The mac and cheese—elevated to a form I didn’t know possible—was indulgent without being heavy, comforting without being common. Add to that vibrant salads, beautifully prepared pastas, and poached shrimp the size of your hand. Champagne flowed freely, eggnog made its seasonal appearance, and yes—the famous gingerbread cookies lived fully up to their reputation.

But as with any truly great gathering, the people made the moment. Conversations flowed easily among friends and colleagues, old acquaintances and new. Familiar faces included Dr. Gina Loudon, the Governors of Iowa and Alaska, and Cabinet Secretaries Doug Burgum and Sean Duffy. It was the kind of room where policy, culture, and camaraderie shared equal footing—where ideas mattered, but relationships mattered more.

And then came the moment everyone sensed before it happened: the arrival of the President of the United States. When POTUS entered, the room shifted—not into silence, but into attention. His remarks were funny, on point, and remarkably fluid. Armed with enough good news to speak extemporaneously for more than half an hour, he held the room with ease. It felt less like a speech and more like a conversation with the country—optimistic, confident, and grounded in conviction.

As the afternoon wound down, one thought kept returning: how rare it is to experience a place so steeped in power and history feel so warm, so human, so unmistakably joyful. It was an amazing afternoon, in an amazing place, within the most amazing nation on earth.

And for a few hours in December, Christmas felt exactly as it should.