I grew up in Connecticut.
We used to have open houses every year. They'd last all day. People would just come and go from 10 to 5. I had some of the most meaningful conversations with people I knew I would only see once a year. We had hot apple cider for the kids and some type of hot wine drink for the adults. Our living room had 20' ceilings so we always had the biggest Christmas tree around. Our house was built by an artist and a musician so there was a stage in that room with a grand piano. That's the piano that I learned my first chords and it's where I wrote "Vineyard" and many others.
Sooner of later everyone would gather around the piano and we'd fumble through some carols. My mom would play liberace style and make everyone laugh. She's quite the entertainer.
Our house was actually two houses put together. The first was a 200+ year old Carriage House to the mansion up on the hill. Our house is gone but the mansion still there today and sits atop Clapboard Hill in Westport, CT. The second was the one the Artist and the Musician built - and they connected it with a slate and glass atrium. When they bought the Carriage House, they found a bell. They literally built the whole house around the bell - complete with a bell tower and a 3 story spiral staircase leading up to it. So surely every hour or so someone would ring the bell. It was awesome. You could see Long Island Sound from up there. Everyone knew the "bell" house.