I'm off in another corner (this room has an infinite supply, right?) in the shadows, head bent over my guitar, softly playing a few songs and carols. "In The Bleak Midwinter", now, followed by "O Little Town of Bethlehem".

My two cats nestle at my feet, magically unafraid of the noise and bustle. Simber, my great golden boy, stretches and murmurs in his sleep; Lucy, my grotesquely fat calico, listens with bright eyes and chirrups occasionally. They, too, approve of music and camaraderie.