LEJ enters, unloops the long muffler from around his throat, knocks the snow off his top hat, removes his wool mittens and rubs his hands in the warmth of the fire. Greeting the crowd in the Tavern, he pours himself a mug of mulled wine, lights two candles on a shelf behind the bar, and ties a rather dingy apron around his middle Aye, not a fit night out for man, beast, nor Mudcatter. On such a night, how fine it is to feel the warmth of the fire, hear the music of the harp and dulcimer, drink deep of the spirit of the season pauses here to tip up his mug and enjoy the company of convivial friends. A Merry Christmas to all of ye!