A woman walks in smiling to herself and lugging Christmas tins. Each is tied in colored ribbons and labelled "Lemon Bars", "Swedish Heirlooms", Tollhouse", "Rice Krispies Bars", etc. One tin is stamped "Adults Only" and has a tag marked "Bourbon Balls". She carefully places them under the tree, adds an ancient gold glass ball to the lowest branch and puts a baby blanket under it "just in case". Then she slips quietly behind the bar and helps herself to a large glass of JD on the rocks with a twist.

"Damn! I hate monkeys!", she mumbles and finds a booth in the back.