Any Mummers 'llowed In?

The knock came again, fierce and aggressive. "Who's that?" asked the old woman, rocking slowly by the fire. The lights were dimmed, the lights blinking in-and-out on the Christmas tree, reflecting against tin ornaments and throwing dancing, prismatic rainbows against the wall. The boy peaked through the tattered curtains of the picture window and his eyes grew wide. "It's mummers,