This Christmas, bullets will fly and my heart will be on the line. As a party planner, I watch the rich and powerful glitterati of New York enjoy the fruits of my back-breaking labor. Caviar? Check. Champagne? Check. Flowers imported from the far corners of the earth? Check. And when it's all done, I go home. Alone. If I'm lucky, with leftover food from the caterer. But a Christmas Eve...