I walked through Penn Station full of tears. All these beautiful men with visions of sugar plums, engagement rings, and corny Santa’s helper lingerie running through their heads. I watched one man, hold his cell phone up near the orchestra assembled, to offer a soundtrack to the chaos, smiling as he returned to the woman on the line. Music calms the savage beast, or so they say…though I saw three little boys making faces and racket to stop Tchaikovsky just as it reached a crescendo.