Drama by Dave Marsh December 03, 2007

Cast:
Wendy: Mom

John: Dad

Justin: Kid

Malory: Kid

Props:

A couch or two chairs put together

A bunch of wrapped presents for the kids (doesn't matter what)

1 wrapped 'one-size-fits-all nightgown'

1 wrapped horrible-looking tie

An empty glass of milk and some cookie pieces

Christmas tree (if available)

Setting:

A family room

(LIGHTS UP CENTER STAGE where the kids come running in in their pajamas, running
toward the Christmas tree and being shaking the presents.)

Kids: This is mine. Hey, this one looks like mine. I bet this one is mine. Hey, that's
mine.

(In walks Mom and Dad. They are very tired and they drag themselves to where the kids
are...)

Dad: Okay, okay, c'mon now, settle down.

Mom: What time is it anyway?

Dad: (looks at watch). It's, um, 11:30.

Mom: What?

Dad: Yeah, it's 11:30. No, wait, my watch is on upside down. It's 5:00am! Back to bed
everyone!

Kids: No. come on. Can't we open the presents now. It's Christmas after all. Don't be a
grinch, etc...

Mom: (To Dad) Bah humbug! It is Christmas after all.

Dad: (softly) I want you to know, I never did this as a kid. I was courteous and kind and
let my parents wake me up.

Mom: You lived on a farm dear. They were up at 4:00am.

Dad: Doesn't matter. I just wanted to let you know that.

Mom: You tell me every year dear.

Dad: I know. It's a tradition.

Kids: Look! Santa ate the cookies we put out! And drank all 5 glasses of milk! Hope he
doesn't explode!

Dad: (holding stomach) I hope so too. (Mom elbows him).

Kids: Can we open presents now? Can we? Can we?

Mom: Yes, yes. Bring them over here and let's sort them.

Dad: Yeah, I'll just sit over here and recover. (Mom glares at him)

(They sort the presents. The kids start ripping into them and exclaiming what they got.)

Mom: Justin, wait, you, um, Mallory, you should, why don't you just wait...

Dad: Honey?

Mom: No, look, Justin why don't you let Dad...Mallory you should, watch out, I'll open
that, look Justin...

Dad: Honey?

Mom: What?

Dad: They don't hear you. This is what Christmas does to little kids. Why don't you
open my gifts to you?

Mom: Okay. Which one should I open first?

Dad: How about that one?

Mom: Okay. Oh, I'm so excited! Whatisitwhatisitwhatisit? (opens it up). Ahhhhh, it's a
one size fits all nightgown!

Dad: I knew you'd like it. Try it on!

Mom: Oh, I'll do it later...

Dad: C'mon try it on. (she tries it on and it's huge and hideous)

Mom: I...love...it.

Dad: Knew you would. Yep, this is what Christmas is all about.

Mallory: I thought it was all about Jesus Dad.

Dad: Oh, yeah, Him too.

Mom: It's your turn. How about that one?

Dad: That one it is! (Kids start running out)

Dad: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where do you think you two are going?

Justin: Oh, we're going to play with those happy meal toys from McDonalds. (they run
off)

Dad: (Stares at Mom and then at the gifts) These are your kids you know. My kids
would never do this.

Mom: Whatever you say dear. Now open your present.

Dad: Okay. Let's see. I wonder what you got me. Not too heavy. Let's see, it's...a...tie.

Mom: Do you like it?

Dad: Do I like it? Does the sun rise in the west?

Mom: The sun rises in the east dear.

Dad: Does the sun rise in the east? Of course I like it. Thanks honey.

Mom: Well I'm glad you like it.

Dad: I tell you what. Why don't we open the rest of these later and get a little shut eye.

Mom: Sure, let me just clean up a little. (Dad starts now to doze off)

Mom: (cleaning up paper, not looking at Dad) What do you think of what Mallory said
about Jesus? I mean, I didn't teach her that. I don't think I did at least. It's like, every
year we build this day up and when it finally gets here, it seems like it's over in a few
minutes. Maybe if we went to church or sang carols or maybe if we read the Christmas
story or maybe... (looks back at Dad who is sound asleep.)

Mom: Yeah, maybe. Merry Christmas...

(LIGHTS OUT)

END

(c) 1998 Dave Marsh

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