A weary figure bundled in many snow-dusted layers leans heavily on the door and pushes it open. Once inside the layers begin to peel off- a flowered wooly scarf, a heavy woolen shawl, another woollen muffler, a soggy black wool coat, a thick hand-knitted sweater- hey, there's a woman in there! Off come the mittens, the boots, the wooly socks, revealing a dark-haired woman of a certain age, wearing black velour and a red silk scarf. Out of a copious pocket from the coat she draws what at first appears to be a bunch of greenery. As she carefully arranges it onto her head, the discerning eye can see that it is a crown of mistletoe!
She sidles up to the bar, giving Jen a wink. "Give me your best single-malt, honey! Straight up- don't let it get lost in that old wassail! This is my first Christmas as a single woman!"
The coat is still over one arm. She reaches into the other pocket and brings out a box labeled "Weapons-grade fudge. Handle with extreme caution!"The woman continues,"There's three things in life that top my list. I've brought the fudge. If I can get in some good harmony singing tonight, that'll be two out of three- not bad!" She moseys over in the general direction of the music.
"Homeless, if you can waltz, that'll come close to three out of three!"