After the last decoration has been taken down, after the Fitz & Floyd platters have been carefully shoved into the way-back of the china cabinet, after the programs and pageants and parties have been reduced to cleverly captioned images on Instagram, what is left are the sounds. The real sounds. Not the over-produced orchestrations of carols that sound-tracked every moment of December, the ones with which the crowds in the mall could only hum along because no one learns the words anymore because school children get only 30 minutes a week, if that, of music and when they perform, it's a holiday concert not a Christmas program.