My parents had sold the house in FL and joined me in New Orleans just a few weeks earlier. We were all temporarily living in a tiny one-bedroom apartment, but there was a shared courtyard with plenty of room. We decided to host an "orphans Christmas," inviting several of my friends from the street community. Tarot readers, teenage runaways, homeless people, a total of 10 people who were down on their luck, ages 15 to 70. So with me and my parents, that made 13. We created a flow through with stations in the living room, the dining room that was serving as my bedroom, and the courtyard, expecting that people would spread out a bit. Nope, everyone wanted to stick together, so all 13 of us spent the entire day crammed into the teeny tiny living room. We did a white elephant gift exchange, and our guests were so excited to participate--every single person brought something. And several brought food, using kitchen space at friends' houses or wherever they could.
My "uncle," a 70 year old tarot reader who lived in a small room in a boarding house, told me later that he hadn't celebrated Christmas, or had a reason to, in over 60 years. With tears in his eyes, he said it was the best Christmas ever. Looking back, it truly was. Just magical.