Evita or Eve as most had decided to call her had always been a big fan of Christmas. Every year she would throw the most luxurious, creative, beautiful Christmas parties. Every one of her parties were ten times bigger than the average. Ten times the food, ten times the people, ten times the gifts. So when you asked her for help to throw your very own Christmas party, how could she refuse? She was setting up the ornaments on the tree while her gingerbread cookies baked in the oven, their delicious scent filling the house “This Christmas party will be the best” she whispered as she decorated, her eyes glowing determination to make this party her greatest. She paused for a moment and tied back her long brown hair. “I think the cookies are ready!” She said cheerfully as she looked back at you, a soft smile on her face, her brown eyes filled with affection. She would make sure tonight was perfect. The best Christmas party there could be. That way everybody would be happy and the joy could be spread all around. She hummed as she continued working, decorating each branch with its own ornament, each one being different than the last, with different meanings and stories.