my house is your house (within limits)
I'm out for an evening of Christmas shopping, dinner and the Last Samurai.
Make yourself at home. There's hot chocolate on the stove and a platter of fresh baked cookies on the table. The liquor cabinet is open.
Talk about anything. Gather round the fireplace and tell stories. Have a sing-a-long. Relax and enjoy the evening at my open house. Oh, stay out of my underwear drawer. I have hidden cameras.
And don't let the fire burn out, ok?