SCENE III—_Evening. MOTHER reading, CHILD sitting upright and nodding,
trying to keep awake. After three or four hard nods she yawns and says_:
CHILD. Mary, it’s time you went to bed. I’d have sent you long ago, only papa was away and I was lone—I mean—I missed him.
MOTHER. Shall I go to bed now?
CHILD. No. My head aches.
MOTHER. Shall I smooth it? Little girls can’t help much when folks don’t feel well, can they?
CHILD (_snappishly_). Don’t talk like that to me. I’m feeling real mizzable. (_Sighs, leans back in chair._) Read to me. Quick.
MOTHER. What shall I read?
CHILD. Oh, for goodness sake! You ask foolish questions. Read what mammas like, of course.
MOTHER. Not Cinderella?—nor the Fairy Prince—or—
CHILD (_wistfully_). If I was Mary I would say, “Yes.” But I’m mamma. (_Then suddenly runs to her mother and leans against her._) Oh, I don’t want to be Mother any more. It’s hard and tiresome. I want you to cuddle me—my head aches—and I haven’t played all—day—lo—o—ng. And Bridget has been horrid—and I never want to taste cream puffs again—nor fruit cake—nor lots of sugar in my tea. Bridget said I ate enough of ’em to sink a ship. And I feel awful here. (_Hand on stomach._) Oh, mamma, mamma! (_MOTHER holds her close and kisses her._) And, mamma, it’s almost Christmas, and I promised to take this for a present. And it’s all—just—wasted! Oh, dear me!
MOTHER. Little Mary, listen to me. Some day you will be as happy to be a really mother, I hope, as I am; but just now you are a little girl, and I don’t want you to be anything else.
CHILD. I don’t want to any more.
MOTHER. And _I_ think the nicest present you can have will be to forget all about yourself, and have a lovely, happy time with some other children. Shall we ask Santa Claus for that?
CHILD. Yes, oh yes! But, mamma, I know there isn’t any really Santa Claus, but I like to think there is.
MOTHER. So do I, dear. There really is a Santa Claus spirit, though, which every one can have.
CHILD. Sing to me, mamma. Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without it.
MOTHER (_taking CHILD in her lap_). You are rather a big little girl to be rocked, but I’ll try it. (_Sings Christmas carol._)
CURTAIN.
In the foregoing it is well to have the one personating “Mother” a large woman in order to make as much contrast as possible between her and “Mary.” As Mary has a good many lines to learn, her part must be taken by one not too young; but with proper dressing the effect of a little girl can be attained. If Mary is too large to be held in the lap in the last scene, let her sit on a footstool and lay her head on Mother’s lap.
THE FIRST CHRISTMAS.
_For One Adult or Large Girl and One Child as Small as Can Learn the Part._
_This may be presented wholly without accessories, except a chair and a small table and work basket, or made to picture a Puritan home._
_The effect of this simple thing lies in the spirit put into it by the actors. Well done it is exceedingly effective._
_Costumes and directions at the close._
CHILD (_enters, goes to MOTHER, who sits sewing—leans against her knee_)—
Mother, I heard the children say That Christmas will be here tomorrow. I never heard of that before, Is it a time of joy or sorrow?
Did you keep Christmas years far back In your old home across the water?
MOTHER—
Yes, child, with gifts and great yule logs. But that was long ago, my daughter.
CHILD—
Tell me about it, mother dear, Why did you have such Christmas gladness? And did you give to all you loved? Did you help all who lived in sadness?
MOTHER—
Dear child, this is the time of year The dear Lord’s birth is celebrated. But heathen rites and wicked mirth Have marked for theirs all things created. And so ’tis wrong for us to join In ceremonies so unfitting.
(_Puts down her work, takes CHILD’S hand._)
But come. The storm is fierce without, And glistening snow is downward flitting.
(_Rises._)
To bed, oh little daughter mine. The pines and winds their songs are singing, And all the stars—and Lady Moon— Their watchful care to you are bringing.
(_MOTHER starts to go out, CHILD steps in front of her and looks up into her face._)
CHILD—
But, Mother dear, on my birthday You give me gifts, and I am merry. Why is it wrong on Christ’s birthday For us to help make others cheery?
MOTHER—
To bed, my little daughter mine, Nor vex your childish heart with fretting.
(_Starts to go, CHILD again stops her._)
CHILD—
But, Mother, _you_ had Christmas time, You told me so; you’re not forgetting?
MOTHER—
Nay, child, I don’t forget.
CHILD—
Then why Can it be wrong if _you_ could do it? You are so good. It made _you_ glad.
MOTHER—
But I have learned to sadly rue it.
CHILD—
But tell me why. I cannot see Why joy displeases the good Father. For when we’re glad we want to share, And make all others glad together.
MOTHER (_moves toward the door_)—
’Tis time my little maid should go And on her pillow white be sleeping; While God shall guard through all the night. And winter stars their watch be keeping.
(_They go out._)
MOTHER (_returns alone, clasps hands as she says_:)
My little maid! _Can_ it be wrong To give her Christmas joy, I wonder?
(_Thinks, gets work basket, sits down, fashions a rough doll, previously prepared, from bits of cloth. She puts on a dress of gray, like her own—it can be tied and pinned together by previous practice—with apron and kerchief. This is done as she talks, with occasional pauses, finishing it silently and holding it up to view._)
Was it all wrong—that happy mirth— In the old home in England yonder?
Her childish questions reach my heart. God loves to have us glad, most surely; And loving Him, our love for all Must stronger be, and grow more purely.
(_Goes out holding up the doll for her own admiration. After short interval returns without the doll, goes to window and looks out, speaking slowly._)
And now ’tis dawn; the night is gone,— And it is holy Christmas morning. Snow-drifts and ice and glittering stars Are miracles for its adorning.
(_A pause. CHILD runs in joyously, hugging the doll. As she talks she clasps her MOTHER and shows all possible joy, dancing up and down, etc._)
CHILD—
Oh mother dear! Oh mother dear! See what I found beside me sleeping! If God kept watch He knew it came, And knows how Christmas we are keeping.
If you love _me_ so much, and love To give me gifts like this, dear mother, How very loving God must be! He must love more than any other!
MOTHER (_takes CHILD’S hand and puts her arm around her_)—
Dear little maiden mine! Your faith That best of lessons holy, That loving God is loving _all_; And Love is Help to high and lowly.
CURTAIN.
COSTUMES.
Both dress alike. Dress gray, plain waist and close sleeves, skirt to ankles. White apron, white kerchief crossed over the shoulders, plain muslin caps, not tied under the chin, white stockings, low shoes.
The mother is very gentle and loving, the child eager and impetuous. This can be made very “taking” by having both the characters children; the smaller the better.
THE KING OF THE YEAR.
_For Seventeen or More Characters._
_This can be carried out with children entirely or with part adults._
CHARACTERS.
NEW YEAR. SAINT VALENTINE. SAINT PATRICK. EASTER. MAY and JUNE.
_Boys._ APRIL FOOL. FOURTH OF JULY. VACATION TWIN.
_Girls._ HALLOWE’EN. THANKSGIVING. VACATION TWIN.
SANTA CLAUS, _the King_.
_No stage setting required except throne for the KING._
GREETING SONG.
_Tune: “A-Roving.”_
CHILDREN (_enter, curtsey to audience. Sing._)—
We’ve gathered here, kind friends so dear, To choose ourselves a King; And when we find the nicest kind We’ll clap our hands and gayly sing, A welcome to our king We will gayly sing.
CHORUS.
Oh, glad will the day be when We have a king who joy will bring! We’ll give a joyous welcome To our king.
(_NEW YEAR enters, bows to children. They curtsey to him. He sings._)
_Tune: “Kingdom Comin’.”_
My little friends, I bring you greetings For a happy New Year’s Day. I’m the holiday of hope and rejoicing, And I drive dull care away. You all enjoy the rosy pictures Of the future that I bring, And you like to make my good resolutions, So you’d better crown me king!
CHILDREN (_singing chorus_).
The New Year comes, ho, ho! We hate to see it go; For we like to make good resolutions Which we never keep, you know!
(_NEW YEAR steps to one side. VALENTINE enters, salutes the children first, then the audience._)
_Tune: “She’s Gone; Let Her Go.”_
VALENTINE—
I’m the patron saint of the children, But I care for all true hearts as well. Be they sixteen or sixty I love them all, And they long for my magic spell.
Dear Cupid’s my merry attendant. He obeys me where’er he may be. You may roam this wide world over, But you’ll never find a friend like me.
CHILDREN—
Valentine is a good saint, we love him; Cupid dear is a very good friend, With his kisses and darts, and his loving hearts, There are thrills for us without end.
(_VALENTINE retires. SAINT PATRICK enters, salutes, and sings._)
_Tune: “Mush, Mush.”_
SAINT PATRICK—
Oh, me darlin’s, I’ve come to remind ye That ’tis I’m the best fri’nd can be found. Where’s the toime for sich rollickin’ fun now As ye’ll get when my day comes ’round?
ALL (_join_)—
For ’tis mush, mush, mush tu—ral—i—ad—dy, Sing mush, mush, mush tu—ral—i—ay,
(_PAT. dances, all keep time._)
There’s ne’er a gossoon in the village But welcomes Saint Patrick’s fine day.
SAINT PATRICK—
So children dear, don’t ye forget me, I’ve hearts of all kinds for yer choice, Take yer pick,—but don’t fail to remember An’ shout fer me wid yer swate voice.
ALL—
For ’tis mush, etc.
(_PAT. dances, etc._)
(_SAINT PATRICK retires, EASTER enters, salutes, etc._)
_Tune: “Upidee.”_
EASTER—
I come to bring you Easter morn, Easter morn, Easter morn, It tells the winter’s cold has gone Happy Easter morn, The day when come the flowers of spring, The day when all the sweet birds sing.
ALL—
Happy Easter day is here, Happy day, happy day! For winter’s death has gone away, Blessed Easter day.
(_APRIL FOOL dances in, sings joyously, attitudinizing._)
APRIL FOOL—
I come to banish solemn thought, April fool! April fool! You’re free for jokes—but don’t get caught, Jolly April fool!
(_Points to EASTER._)
She’s all right, sure, but follow me, And fun and frolic you shall see.
(_Music, but no singing. APRIL prances and dances, CHILDREN wave hands in time, others move heads in time. At close APRIL bows himself back into a place with the other holidays. MAY and JUNE enter._)
_Tune: “Noah’s Ark.”_
MAY and JUNE—
Oh children dear, see here, see here, We’ve come with beautiful flowers. The winter gray has gone away, And we’re not afraid of the showers.
MAY—
May time posies Are all for you to be picking;
JUNE—
June time roses Are yours, you may gather them all.
MAY—
The grass is green, come choose your queen, Here’s crown and scepter of flowers;
JUNE—
On bush and vine my blossoms twine, And sweeten the sunny hours.
CHORUS. May time posies, etc.
CHILDREN—
The flowers have come, the blessed flowers, With joy our voices are ringing. For May-time posies, June-time roses, Give we thanks as we sing. May-time posies Are all for us to be picking! And June-time roses Are ours, we may gather them all!
(_MAY and JUNE retire, July enters, keeping time with a slight tap of his drum until he reaches his place, and very lightly through the first verse, then louder at the chorus._)
_Tune: “Rumsty Ho!”_
JULY—
The firecrackers pop, and the guns go bang! Hip hurrah! Hip hurrah! The cannons go “boom!” and the gay bells cling-clang! And the boys shout the message “Fourth of July!” Hip—a—yi! Fourth July!
This day is jolliest of them all. Hip hurrah! Hip hurrah! The crackers are popping, and drums do call, And the flags are a-flying on house and hall, Hip—a—yi! Fourth July!
(_CHILDREN join. JULY marches, taps drum, all keep time, softly patting hands, strike hands at second syllable of “Hurrah, hurrah!” and again at last syllable of hip—a—yi and July._)
The drummer boys drum, the band calls sweet,
ALL—
Hip hurrah! Hip hurrah!
JULY—
The soldiers are marching along the street, And you have to keep time with your hands and feet.
ALL—
Hip—a—yi! Fourth July!
(_JULY retires, VACATION TWINS enter._)
_Tune: “McSorley’s Twins.”_
VACATION TWINS—
Oh, we are Vacation, and we are the twins, Who are worth all the rest of the year. No school times for us, but we play all day long, And nothing but fun you can hear. And ’tis camping and riding and fishing we go, With tramping o’er mountains and lea, Will you tell us if ever a king there could be Who would rule you so kindly as we?
CHORUS.
CHILDREN—
Yes, we know you, Vacation, we know you so well You will be a delight, that is clear, Such elegant times you give us, yes we know You’re the best of them all in the year.
(_Repeat the chorus._)
(_HALLOWE’EN hurries in._)
_Tune: “Mary Had a Little Lamb.”_
HALLOWE’EN—
Wait a little, children dear, Wait and hear! Wait and hear! You’ve forgotten something near, Listen, you shall hear.
(_Slower and with much emphasis on each word._)
In autumn time there comes a night Full of fright—a ghostly night, When you see full many a sight, Many a sound shall hear
(_She continues, using the college chorus._)
Here the witches call! A—a—a—ah!
(_Sung slowly with a wail._)
(_Stage whisper._)
Oh aren’t you glad to hear such a call as that? Hearts going pit—a—pat, hair rising ’neath your hat, Oh, aren’t you glad at the call of the witches’ cat At old Hallowe’en?
(_Quicker._)
Wait a little, children dear, Wait and hear! Wait and hear! You’ve forgotten something near, Something you shall hear.
(_Slower, with earnestness, marks signs in the air._)
Magic tokens then appear, Spells are wrought, sounds you hear,
(_Slower._)
Fortunes told for all the year,
(_Very slow and soft._)
Told you soft and clear.
ALL (_very loud_)—
Hear the witches call! A—a—a—ah!
(_Repeat, with hands over ears, then a third time very softly._)
CHORUS.
ALL—
(_Remove hands from ears, reach out both hands to HALLOWE’EN._)
Yes, we are glad (_hands clasped over head, eyes staring_) to hear such a call as that,
(_Softer._)
Hearts going pit—a—pat, at such a call as that, Yes, we are glad (_pause, count five_) to hear such a call as that
(_Silence, all listen with hand at ear, count ten slowly, then loudly._)
At old Hallowe’en.
(_THANKSGIVING sings behind scenes, all start, listen, and as she enters, as indicated, all smile and CHILDREN take hold of hands._)
_Tune: “Auld Lang Syne.”_
Should auld acquaintance be forgot And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days of auld lang syne?
(_Enters slowly._)
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet, For auld lang syne.
For all the blessings sent to us, For all the love that’s given, For country dear, for home, for friends, We thank thee, God in heaven. Thanksgiving gives us sweetest cheer, It turns our thoughts above. For all the blessings of the year, We thank thee, God above.
(_Second verse repeated by all. Raise faces and fold hands during the last lines. THANKSGIVING retires._)
(_SANTA CLAUS, behind scenes._)
_Tune: “Oh, Dem Golden Slippers.”_
SANTA CLAUS—
I am coming near, I am almost here,
(_All listen._)
I am bringing you merriment and joyous cheer,
(_Enters. As he sings CHILDREN show various degrees of delight._)
Happy hearts and faces that smile, and smile, I am bringing to you children, as I come.
(_Winks, nods, shows full stockings and bundles in his pack._)
And the varied fruits of the Christmas tree, And the overflowing stockings you soon shall see; And the bundles queer, and surprises dear, I am bringing to you, children, as I come.
CHILDREN—
(_Clap hands at “merry” wherever it comes in the chorus, surround SANTA CLAUS, taking his hands, etc._)
Oh, ’tis merry Christmas! Oh, ’tis merry Christmas! Merry Christmas that we love best of all the whole round year! Oh, ’tis merry Christmas! Oh, ’tis merry Christmas! Merry Christmas who’ll be our king! He’s best of all the year!
(_Repeat chorus, they all surround SANTA CLAUS, taking him with them as they march around the stage, half the children on either side. If necessary, sing the chorus a second time to prolong the march. They end by leading SANTA CLAUS to the throne and placing him upon it, and as the children sing the next verse they crown him. The holidays stand half on either side._)
CHILDREN—
There’s no other one under all the sun Brings us such gay hearts and such cheery fun. So we crown him king, and we love to sing How we love him, as we crown him our king.
(_HOLIDAYS join._)
CHORUS. Oh, ’tis merry Christmas, etc.
ALL (_sing_)—
Oh, our hearts grow tender when he comes ’round, And we try to make happiness for all abound; For his love for us makes us love you all, So we love him, and we crown him for our king.
CHORUS. Oh, ’tis merry Christmas, etc.
CURTAIN.
DIRECTIONS.
As they sing each holiday comes forward in turn and offers Santa Claus an emblem, which he hands to the children, and which they fasten—with pins or otherwise—to the high back of the throne, or to the curtain behind him, except the basket of flowers which May brings, and the roses from June. The basket is placed at his feet, and the wreath on the arm of the chair which forms his throne. The horn of plenty is also placed at his feet.
Each makes a low bow as he presents his offering.
New Year offers a large card.
St. Valentine a huge valentine.
St. Patrick a big green shamrock, cut from green cardboard.
Easter a stalk of lilies.
April his cap and bells which he takes off for the purpose.
May-day her basket.
June her wreath of roses.
July a flag.
Vacation Twins a tennis racket and a butterfly net.
Hallowe’en a witch riding on a broom, cut from black cardboard.
Thanksgiving a horn of plenty, full of grain and fruit.
Each bows, gives offering and retires to place.
DIRECTIONS.
No stage setting is absolutely needful for this little play except the throne for the king, but if there can be a small platform on either side of the throne large enough to accommodate the children, or those personating them, having the holidays on the level, it will give a better effect. The throne can be merely a large upholstered chair, or it may be draped and surrounded with curtains and a canopy overhead.
COSTUMES.
NEW YEAR should be quite a small boy (if children take the parts) in full dress suit. This is not difficult to make and may be of cambric. If an adult takes the part, the costume may be the same, or the traditional figure of Father Time may be followed.
SAINT VALENTINE—Shakesperian costume, tights, trunks, cloak, etc. Carries a mandolin.
SAINT PATRICK—Knee breeches and long frock coat of gray, battered “plug” hat, green vest and stockings, low shoes with buckles.
EASTER—Long white dress with gold cord and tassel around the waist, gold band around the head, hair hanging loosely. Carries a stalk of lilies.
APRIL FOOL—Jester’s suit (can be of cambric), black tights and trunks, jacket reaching half way to knees and belted in, bottom of jacket, and the wide collar cut in long points and trimmed with orange, with tiny bells on points. Hood close fitting to head (see Fig. 1), with three curved horns turning forward. These horns are stuffed with hair. The collar is fastened to the hood, not to the jacket.
MAY and JUNE—Two little girls. White or light dresses trimmed with flowers, wreaths on head. May’s flowers are delicate spring flowers, those of June are roses, and she carries a wreath of them.
FOURTH OF JULY—Boy with drum hung before him, firecrackers around his neck, carries a flag over his shoulder, drumstick in right hand.
VACATION TWINS—Sailor or khaki suits; one carries a butterfly net, the other a tennis racket.
HALLOWE’EN—Long black gown, white cloth over the head, hanging evenly all around the shoulders, places cut for eyes. Carries witch riding on broom cut from black cardboard.
THANKSGIVING—Puritan costume; or it may be brown, flowing robe trimmed with autumn leaves. Carries a horn of plenty, full of grain (in the grass form) and fruit. This with either costume.
SANTA CLAUS—The traditional dress.
MRS. RANDY’S CHRISTMAS.
_A Christmas Play in One Scene._
_Eight Characters; Three Adults, Two Little Boys and Three Little Girls._
MRS. RANDY _The Mother_ MRS. VAN DUSEN ⎫ _Visitors_ MRS. GRAHAM ⎭ MARY ⎫ SUSIE ⎪ ANNIE ⎬ _Mrs. R.’s Children_ TEDDY ⎪ JOHNNIE ⎭
_Stage setting: A bare room with one pine table and two chairs. MRS. R. is seated by the table darning stockings. Her work basket is on the table._
MRS. RANDY. Dear me! How late it’s a-gettin’. I just have _got_ to finish this mendin’ before the children get home, ’cause they’ll distract me so I don’t know what I’m doin’.
This is the first day I’ve had at home in goodness knows when, ’ceptin’ Sundays, of course, and there’s enough needs doin’ here to keep a dozen busy.
Now let’s see. Tomorrow’s Christmas, and I ain’t got nothin’ to speak of ready for the children. I thought I’d ’a been able to save just a little by now; but that winder Teddy broke took all I’d laid by to pay for it; and the spankin’ he got didn’t pay it back neither.
So here I be, stockin’s most mended, but just about nothin’ to put in ’em. There’s those red apples Mrs. Jones gave me yesterday, and there’s that pair of white kid gloves I’ve been savin’ for most two years. I was goin’ to wait till Mary got a little bigger ’fore I gave ’em to her, but I guess she’ll have to be big enough now. She’ll be real proud to have a pair of white kid gloves, like what real ladies wear. I know these are genooine, for the lady what wore ’em gave ’em to me. Then I was plannin’ to buy a fine silk tie for Teddy, but now I can’t, so I’ll just see what I can do with that old one that used to be his father’s.
But there isn’t anything for the little ones, and now I can’t buy ’em anything. I must do something, but I surely don’t know what.
TEDDY (_rushing in excitedly_). Ma! Just look! There’s a fine motor car stopped out in the street.
MARY (_following_). And Ma! See! A fine lady is gettin’ out.
MRS. R. Well, if she ain’t a-comin’ right in here. Run out, quick, all of you. You ain’t one of you dressed fit to be seen by a lady like that. (_A knock—she shoos them out._) And I ain’t fit neither. Oh, my! (_She turns her apron wrong side out, hastily picks up some stockings from the floor. Another knock. She opens door._) How d’ye do? Won’t you come in? It’s a fine day, ain’t it?
MRS. VAN (_steps one step inside the door_). I believe you are the person who takes care of the rooms occupied by the “Ladies’ Literary Club,” are you not?
MRS. R. Yes, ma’am. There ain’t nothin’ wrong, is there?
MRS. V. (_ignoring her question as before_). I am Mrs. Van Dusen, of the charitable committee of the club. I presume you have some children?
MRS. R. Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Van Dusen. I am Mrs. Randy. Yes, I have five children.
MRS. V. Oh, yes. (_Aside._) What large families these people have. I see my surmise was correct. I presume you have nothing ready for their Christmas?
MRS. R. Yes, I have for two of ’em, though it ain’t what I’d like. See. (_Showing the gloves._) Mary’ll be real pleased to have these. They’re real ladies’ gloves, ain’t they?
MRS. V. Don’t say “ain’t.” It’s bad grammar and it gets on my nerves. (_Looks at gloves through lorgnette._) Goodness! Those dirty things? You ought at least to send them to the cleaners first, though even then they are in dreadfully bad taste. But I must go, for I have other charitable calls to make. Here is money to buy something for the children. (_Hands a coin from her purse._)
MRS. R. Thank you; but I’d rather not. We’d a-done somehow if you hadn’t called.
MRS. V. Now, Mrs. Randy, don’t be foolish. You know it is wrong to be proud, and it is especially unbecoming to the poor. (_Puts money on the table._) Now you can get presents for them and say they came from Mrs. Van Dusen. Goodby. (_Exit._)
MRS. R. Well, I s’pose she means to be kind, but I must say I don’t think she knows how very well. I didn’t want to take her money, but now I’ll have to. I wish Providence didn’t provide in such queer ways, sometimes. Well—as she says—it’s wrong to be proud, so I’ll get something with it. (_Picks up the coin._) Fifty cents. Now ain’t that fine? Why, I can buy some presents and most a Christmas dinner, too. But I must get the children to bed early so I can fix things up. (_Calls at the door._) Mary! Teddy! Oh, children! All of you come in now. (_Children enter._)
MARY. Who was that lady, Ma?
TEDDY. What did she come for, anyway?
JOHNNY. Gee! But wasn’t that a swell automobile, though!
ANNIE _and_ SUSIE. Ma, who was it?
MRS. R. Just you wait till tomorrow an’ see. It’s a secret now, and if you ask another word I won’t tell at all. Were you playin’ with the Smith youngsters?
MARY. Yes. An’ oh, Ma. They’re a-goin’ to hang up their stockin’s. Can’t we hang up ours, too?
MRS. R. Now, I just wondered if you’d remember about tonight’s being Christmas Eve, and you did, didn’t you?
MARY. Yes, of course.
TEDDY. You bet.
MRS. R. We ain’t got no chimney, and Santa Claus can’t come that way, but you just hang ’em on the back of the chair and I’ll leave the door open so he can get in that way, and I hope he’ll not forget and pass us by. Now, Mary, here’s a stockin’ for you. The foot is too full of holes for you to wear ’em, or me to darn ’em; so I just sewed it across the heel, and it’ll have to do. Teddy, I must have lost your other stockin’; anyway I can’t find ’em now, so you can just use this old sock that used to be your father’s before he went to the Philippines. And here are your stockin’s, Johnnie, and Susie and Annie. (_Helps pin them up._) Now you all get to bed quick’s you can. Mary, you look after the little ones, won’t you? You see, I’ve got so much to do to make things tidy for Santa Claus, that I can’t bother ’bout ’em. Now just scoot! All of you. And don’t you dare peek, or Santa Claus won’t leave you nothin’. (_All hurry off. MRS. R. opens the table drawer and takes out gloves and tie and places them on the chair, gets apples and puts in the stockings, also._) Now that ain’t enough for ’em all, so I’ll go buy somethin’ with that money. (_Musingly._) Let me see. Oh, yes; I know. (_Door opens and TEDDY puts head in, saying, “Ma.” MRS. R. slams drawer shut and hurriedly covers chair with apron, then answers, “What?”_).
TEDDY. Ma, where’s my nightgown?
MRS. R. Land sakes, Teddy. I forgot. I lent it to Mrs. McRoy to cut a pattern for Joe, an’ I s’pose she forgot to bring it back.
TEDDY. But Ma, what’ll I do?
MRS. R. Wear Johnnie’s other one.
TEDDY. Can’t. It’s too little.
MRS. R. Well, then wear Mary’s other one, but for goodness sakes go to bed or Santa Claus won’t never come. (_Children go out._) Now I’ll go over to the store and get some things. I’ve a fine idea. (_Puts on shawl and hat, takes basket._) I’ll be back in a minute, and they won’t know I’ve been away. (_Exit. After a moment the door opens and MARY puts her head in. Dodges back and then enters in nightdress. Closes door and starts to go toward the table, when the door opens again and TEDDY starts in. She motions him back, tries to push him out, then pulls him in and both go to the table. The door again opens and the others come in in their nightgowns. All go toward the table on tip-toe, stop and listen and rush out. After a pause the children come cautiously in and get nearly to the table when they hear their mother coming, and rush out again. MRS. R. enters with a loaded basket on her arm, sets it on the table._)
MRS. R. There we are. Things for a good dinner, anyhow. I know what I’ll do for the playthings. (_Takes off shawl and hat, sits down and works. Directions for this at the end._) Susie always did want a doll baby, and here’s one she can’t smash. (_She works with frequent pauses, holding up her work from time to time._) I think that is real scrumptious. I’ve seen ’em in stores lots of times that didn’t look a mite better. Won’t she be tickled? And I’ve thought how to make a elephant just like the one in the store that Joe’s been begging for. Here’s just the thing. Queer how things grow sometimes. You can work hard and you can’t do no better than nature. See that now! You never know what you can do till you try. ’Tain’t quite what I wanted, but it’ll have to do. Leastwise it’s all he’ll get, so he’d better like it. There’s Annie, now. She’s allus beggin’ for something pretty, so I got her some beautiful tissue paper to cut out fancy. (_Takes paper from basket._) It only cost three cents, and she’ll be just happy. (_She begins to put things in stockings. Knock at door. She opens door to a lady._) How do you do, Miss? Have you lost your way? I can show you real easy.
MRS. GRAHAM. Thank you, but I think this is where I wanted to come. Aren’t you Mrs. Randy, the mother of little Mary and Teddy, and Susie, Annie and Johnny?
MRS. R. Yes, ma’am, they are my little folks. I hope they haven’t broken anything, or made any trouble. Are you one of the school teachers or anything like that? How did you know them?
MRS. G. Oh, no. I’m not a school teacher; only a friend of one of the teachers; and as I have no little children of my own I wanted to find some little folks to help have a good time this Christmas. Just think how lonely it would be not to have any children to share your Christmas with. So I am going to ask you to let me have the pleasure of giving something to yours. Won’t you? Please let me, Mrs. Randy.
MRS. R. Well, I must say that it’s very kind and friendly of you to want to do that; and when you ask it that way, of course I’ll let you if it will give you pleasure, though I must say I would hate to take presents from some. But you don’t know how thankful I am, for the children’s sake. I just didn’t know what I was going to do for some of them.
MRS. G. Don’t say any more about it, please, but put these little things with the others in their stockings tonight, and say they came from Santa Claus. Wouldn’t you like to wear these yourself? (_Hands her the red holly berries from her own dress._) They will be becoming to you. Good-night, and a merry Christmas.
MRS. R. Thanks, ma’am. The same to you and many of ’em. (_Exit MRS. G._) There now, just look at that. (_Surveying the parcels._) I ought to be pretty kind if I am to deserve such a friend. How different she is from that Mrs. Van Dusen. Why, I declare. She didn’t even tell me her name. I guess she wasn’t thinkin’ much about herself. Well, this surely does make me happy. I wonder what’s in this bundle. (_Opens it, admires things, fills stockings._) And now, so much has happened that I should be perfectly happy if I could only get word from my John in the Philippines. It’s been so long since I heard from him that I can’t help bein’ worried ’bout him. Seems as if he surely wouldn’t let Christmas go by without sendin’ me word—if he’s alive—but it’s been so long—(_knock at the door. A voice asks, “Is this Flower Street?”_) No, this ain’t Flower Street. You’ve got a long way off. You go down that way (_pointing_) nearly half a mile and you’ll cross it. Good-night. (_Comes in and sits down again._) Dear me. That gave me quite a turn. I must be gettin’ silly tonight, but it does seem as if my John was a-comin’—or was near—or somethin’. (_Knock at the door, which she opens to receive a telegram, which she reads, then waves it over her head, calling to the children, who run in in their nightgowns._) Oh, hurry! Merry Christmas! Oh, just think! Your father is comin’ tomorrow!
CHILDREN (_dancing around the chair_). Santa Claus has been here already! Hurrah! Hurrah! Merry Christmas!
CURTAIN.
DIRECTIONS.
When Mrs. Randy returns from her purchase of Christmas things, she lays aside her hat and shawl, sits down and takes a clothes-pin or a potato from the basket. If a potato is used, one of the odd-shaped ones with a small, round knob at one end, which can be made to look like the head of the doll, is best. Then out of the table drawer she takes some pieces of bright cloth and dresses the potato, or clothes-pin, for a doll, tying on a skirt with a string, folding a square of cloth for a shawl and pinning it on the shoulders, and folding another piece for a bonnet, and tying it on with a bit of string. No sewing is needed.
The elephant for Joe is made of potatoes or carrots. A large oblong one is the body; a small long one is the trunk, fastened to the body by long wire nails or brads. In the same way four small ones form the legs of the beast; two large, black-headed pins are the eyes, and two flaps of brown paper, pinned on, the ears. A square of red cloth is a blanket for the back, and is pinned to place. The tail is a bit of string with ravelled end.
These things made, as she talks, with fitting pauses, and held up to view, cause much merriment among the children in the audience.
READY FOR SANTA CLAUS.
_Illustrated Song for Twenty-seven or More Children._
_This is an attractive form of entertainment for the younger grades of school. Just the number indicated may be used, or more of each kind can be added as desired._
_Directions at the close._
SONG.
CANDY BAGS—
_Tune: “Rig-a-jig.”_
(_CANDY BAGS march around the stage, then stand at front, on left side, in double row facing the audience, and sway from right to left in time as they continue the song. They should be singing as they enter._)
In stockings by the fireside hung, Wherever wreaths and toys are strung, At Christmas time our praise is sung, Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho! What joy we bring at Christmas tide, What pleasure scatter far and wide, We are the Christmas candy bags, Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho!
CHORUS. We are the Christmas candy bags, The candy bags, the candy bags, We are the Christmas candy bags, Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho! Heigh-ho!
PACKAGES—
_Tune: “Solomon Levi.”_
(_They enter at rear, march across the stage, then turn and march back toward the entrance, but a space forward. This is during the first two lines. When the SKATES sing, all halt and front face during the next two lines._)
ALL—
We are the various Packages that come at Christmas time, So interesting, so delightful, aren’t we big and prime?
(_All halt, front face. SKATES step forward, bow, hold out their hands to audience and sing._)
We are the Skates for Joe and Jim, for Nell and Polly Ann, And won’t they shout when we come out? Just beat us if you can.
ALL—
(_Resume the march as before, turning back to the other side when they reach one side, thus weaving back and forth across the stage, and getting a little nearer the front each time._)
Oh, isn’t it jolly, tra-la-la-la-la-la, Green wreaths and holly, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la,
(_Halt, GLOVES step forward and sing._)
GLOVES—
And we are the Gloves for Mary, and for Bess and Sister Sue, We’ll help them dress in tip-top style And that is what we’ll do.
(_All mark time and continue._)
ALL—
Christmas is a-coming soon and everything’s fine and gay, Hurrah, then, for the Christmas time, it is the merriest day!
PACKAGE—
(_Steps forward, sings, steps back. Others the same._)
I am a silk dress for Mother, I am rich and dainty, too,
ANOTHER PACKAGE—
And I’m a shawl for Grandma dear, both warm and bright in hue.
ANOTHER PACKAGE—
And I’m some furs for little May, oh won’t she happy be?
ANOTHER PACKAGE—
And I’m the book that Helen wants, she’ll gladly welcome me.
ALL (_resuming the march_)—
Oh, isn’t it jolly. Tra-la-la-la-la-la. Green wreaths and holly, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
(_Halt, front face._)
JEWELRY—
And we are the necklaces and pins, the dainty, sparkling rings Which all the girls are longing for, they love such pretty things.
ALL (_marking time_)—
Christmas is a-coming soon, and everything’s fine and gay, Hurrah, then, for the Christmas time, it is the jolliest day.
ALL (_repeat and march_)—
Oh, isn’t it jolly. Tra-la-la-la-la-la. Green wreaths and holly, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. For we are the various Packages that come at Christmas time, So interesting, so delightful, aren’t we big and prime? Christmas is a-coming soon, and everything’s fine and gay, Hurrah, then, for the Christmas time, it is the jolliest day.
(_The PACKAGES stand behind the CANDY BAGS._)
TIN SOLDIERS—
_Tune: “Co-ca-che-lunk.”_
(_SOLDIERS are heard behind the scenes marking time. Music soft at first. As it grows louder the marking time grows louder; then they enter, march to the center of the stage and halt in two lines, facing the audience._)
We are coming, for ’tis Christmas, and it’s time that we were here, For the little boys are waiting And our duty is most clear.
(_Mark time stiffly and vigorously._)
We are tin soldiers, and we’re marching, See how we move so straight and grand. We are tin soldiers, and we’re coming, Heigh-ho! Can’t you just hear the band?
(_March during the next few lines to front and right of the stage opposite the CANDY BAGS, halt and front face. At the chorus mark time as before._)
See our uniforms so gorgeous And our gay tin guns that shine, All the little boys will greet us As we stand so straight in line. We are tin soldiers, and we’re marching. See how we move so straight and grand, We are tin soldiers, and we’re coming, Heigh-ho! Can’t you just hear the band?
DOLLS—
(_Enter, stand in the center in two rows, the rag doll and the baby’s knit doll in front, the others behind in couples. When one or more sing they step to the front, and after singing stand in line in front of the TIN SOLDIERS, who move back to give them room._)
_Tune: “The Wearing of the Green.”_
ALL (_sing_)—
We are the dolls who come to little girls on the Christmas tree. We’re sent by good old Santa, and we’re glad as we can be, Our little mothers love us well, but we’re not quite sure Of the fate we’ll meet from children sweet, or the ills we must endure.
RAG DOLL—
I’m the best loved of the dollies; I’m the old Rag Doll, you see. There’s no other doll who’s ever Loved so much as I shall be.
ALL—
Oh, we all are the best-loved dollies; Little girls will love us well, And we’ll always be to the Christmas tree Worth more than tongue can tell.
KNIT DOLL—
I’m going to live with the darling child, She of the blue, blue eyes. I love her, but I know she’s sure To give me much surprise. But let her pound me, poke my eyes out, Chew me, pull my hair, I’ll love her, for she’ll love poor me— The darling baby fair.
CHEAP DOLL—
I’m the cheapest of the dolls; my home will be both poor and mean, But my owner’s sure to love me true as if I were a queen.
ALL—
Oh, we all are the best-loved dollies; Little girls will love us well, And we’ll always be to the Christmas tree Worth more than tongue can tell.
FRENCH DOLLS—
We are the most expensive dolls That can be bought and sold; Yet Santa sends us, just the same, For little girls to hold.
ALL—
(_Pointing to the broken dolls who are moving slowly toward the front._)
Who is it coming? What a sight! It moves us all to tears.
BROKEN DOLLS—
We are the poor dolls who’re played out; We’ve furnished fun for years.
FRENCH DOLLS—
Oh, it surely is most shocking. Shall we all be treated so?
BROKEN DOLLS—
We are glad we came; we’re loved the same As all the rest, you know.
ALL—
Oh, we all are the best-loved dollies; Little girls will love us well, But we’ll always be to the Christmas tree Worth more than tongue can tell.
(_The pianist now plays a lively march, and all the toys parade around the stage and off._)
DIRECTIONS.
The CANDY BAGS are four little girls, two dressed in red and two in white. Their dresses are of tarletan or cheesecloth over slips of the same color. They are just wide enough to go over the ordinary dresses and long enough to reach from the neck to an inch or so below the bottom of their skirts. Let all be the same length. The top of the bags (or dresses) are gathered with a ruffle around the children’s necks. Their arms are kept inside of the dresses.
The PACKAGES are ten boys or girls, or both. Their costumes are shaped of cardboard, inside of which the children stand, their legs showing below and their arms coming through at the sides. Holes are cut through the cardboard for them to see and breathe through, and these holes must be located so as to be the inner corners of the eyes, or in the nose of the large faces which must be marked upon the wrappings of the packages. Close fitting sleeves of the same color as the paper wrapping the packages are upon the arms, and the stockings should also match the paper.
The package of skates is covered with brown paper over a cylinder of cardboard, with a twist at the top and tied with a large cord.
The DRESS, also of brown paper, but larger, and in an oblong parcel.
GRANDMA’S shawl, a lighter brown paper, tied with ribbon.
JEWELRY and GLOVES, smaller, one flat, one round, covered with white paper and tied with red ribbon.
The TIN SOLDIERS are six little boys. Trousers long, of shiny blue cambric with yellow stripes at the sides; shiny red jackets, with buttons and bands across the front and on sleeves of yellow. Toy guns. Their cheeks and lips should be very red to imitate the toy soldiers, and they should walk straight and very stiffly, and not turn their head.
The DOLLS are seven little girls.
Two are dressed to imitate French dolls.
One for a rag doll.
One for a cheap doll, imitating it as closely as possible.
One for a knit doll for the baby.
Two for broken dolls. Of these latter have one without an arm (held hidden under the dress) and limping on a crutch, and the other dressed so as to seem to have no head. This can be done by making the dress with its neck above the head of the wearer, thus leaving the doll without a head. Have but one arm, and the dress waist and real arms hidden under a “Mother Hubbard” dress. The clothes must be faded and ragged.
SANTA CLAUS’ GARDEN.
_For Eight Characters._
SANTA CLAUS ⎫ _Adults or Large Boys_ DEENO, _the Gardener_ ⎭ JACKS IN THE BOX _Three Small Boys_ FRENCH DOLLS _Three Small Girls_
DIRECTIONS AT CLOSE.
SANTA. It is a fine day, a very fine day. I’ve been looking all over my toy garden and things are growing very well indeed. The bicycles are all in bloom and the velocipedes are full of buds. (_Inspects the trumpet vines._) These trumpets are about ripe. (_Calls._) Deeno! Hey there, Deeno!
DEENO (_enters, touches hat, says_). Here I am, sir. What is it, sir?
SANTA. I think these trumpets are ripe, Deeno. Have them picked at once. If they get too ripe, you know, they’ve a bad sound to them and then they’re not popular. (_Pulls one, blows it._) There! That has a fine tone to it. Nobody could object to that now, could they, Deeno?
DEENO. No, sir, indeed. I’m sure not, sir.
SANTA. Ah, Deeno, you know a good thing when you hear it. You’re a sly rogue. (_Shakes finger at Deeno._) But, Deeno, I don’t see those skate vines. You surely didn’t forget to plant them.
DEENO. Oh, no, sir. Indeed, sir! I planted ’em twice, sir; but the seed must have been bad, for not one of ’em grew, sir.
SANTA (_much excited_). _What!_ No skates for my boys this Christmas? Whatever shall I do? Why, _Deeno!_ You should have told me before.
DEENO. Oh, sir; it’s all right, sir. I sent to the South Pole by a flying machine man, and spoke for their whole crop of skates, sir, and they got here this morning.
SANTA. Good for you, Deeno! You have taken a load off my mind. You’ve never failed me yet. Let me see some of them.
DEENO. All right, sir. (_Exits. SANTA examines the drum tree._)
SANTA. Doing well. Doing well. They’ll ripen in time for Christmas. Some are most ready now. (_Taps various drum—examines buds—calls._) Hey, Deeno! (_DEENO enters._) Oh! Here you are. (_DEENO has wheelbarrow full of boxes wrapped, and two or three open, showing skates. Hands them to SANTA, who examines them. Then he turns to the drum tree._) Where are all the sticks for these drums?
DEENO. Bless you, sir! They’re growing right along, rows and rows of ’em, sir. And when the wind blows ’em, sir, they act as if they were trying to drum. Yes, sir, they do.
SANTA (_smiling_). They’ll have a chance to drum before long. I’ve selected boys for every pair of them. (_Turns to skates again._) So these are the skates, hey? Pretty fair skates, but not quite up to your work. Hey, Deeno? (_DEENO grins and touches hat._) But I think the boys who get them won’t grumble. (_Takes up a pair of roller skates._) And these are the rollers. Are they all like these?
DEENO. Yes, sir. All alike, sir.
SANTA. That’ll do. Take ’em in to Mrs. Santa Claus, and ask her to see to it that they are properly labeled. She’ll find the list of the boys and girls they’re going to in my desk.
DEENO. Yes, sir. All right, sir. (_Goes off._)
SANTA (_bending down to examine them_). These tea set plants are very slow growing this year. I’ll have them planted earlier next year. Just see how small these dishes are. Those on the east side of the garden are much larger than these. (_Examines plants in pots, opens the buds, one after another, and shows the dolls within._) Oh, here you are, Miss Dolly! You are to go to a dear little girl, so you must hurry up and grow. And you (_to another doll bud_) will go into Annie’s stocking. And you (_to another_) will go to lame Mary. Oh, yes, I think dolls are one of the most satisfactory crops. (_Turns to the FRENCH DOLLS, who are covered by a frame of mosquito netting._) Now these big French dolls are very hard to grow. I see Deeno has them covered. (_Calls._) Deeno! Oh, Deeno!
DEENO (_hurries in_). Yes, sir; I’m coming, sir.
SANTA. Why are you sheltering these dolls again this year? Is it the wind?
DEENO. No, indeed, sir. The wind wouldn’t hurt ’em, sir. It’s the birds, sir.
SANTA. Birds! I never heard of such a thing. Birds injure them when they have grown to that size?
DEENO. Oh, yes, indeed, sir. Why, they spoiled two long-rows of ’em last week, just after I transplanted ’em, sir.
SANTA. How spoil them?
DEENO. Pick their eyes out, sir. That’s how they spoil ’em. Oh, yes, sir.
SANTA. Let’s see them. (_They lift off the netting._) Well, these are beauties, Deeno. They certainly are beauties. Any of ’em talk?
DEENO. This one, sir. (_They wind her up. She says “Papa” and “Mamma.”_)
SANTA. _I_ think these had better be picked.
DEENO. Perhaps so, sir. (_They appear to loosen the doll, lift her from her leaves and set her out in the path. In the same way they set the other two out._)
SANTA. We’ll take those in with us when we go. Better try those balls over there. (_Pointing. DEENO goes to the ball tree and tries several of the balls._)
DEENO. We’ll pick these about next week, sir. They’re green yet.
SANTA. How are these Jacks-in-the-box? Have any of them popped yet?
DEENO. Yes, sir. One or two of ’em, sir. They must be quite ready by now, sir.
SANTA (_opens a box, JACK springs up_). Just see that! (_DEENO opens a second box and SANTA a third. The JACKS pop up._) And here’s another! I always did like a good Jack-in-the-box, and they nearly always make me jump a little. (_To JACK._) Go in there again. (_Shuts cover, opens it again._) Oh, there you are! (_Tries each one two or three times. Leaves them standing._) Well, Deeno, set those dolls out of the way and bring up your wheelbarrow. (_DEENO does so. They put one JACK into the barrow. DEENO wheels him away. SANTA lifts and carries off one of the dolls, the curtain falls._)
DIRECTIONS.
Let the stage be set like the diagram. No. 1 is a trumpet vine, made of branches fastened to the rear wall or curtain, like a vine, with a few tin trumpets, and many to simulate them of cardboard, sticking out on the vines like blossoms.
No. 2 is a tree as large as is feasible, with large buds of green tissue paper, some closed, others parted and showing small drums in the center.
The leaves forming these buds should be a pointed oval in shape, and vary in size as they represent buds or open flowers. The drums hang down from the branches and the petals, when open, hang over and partly cover them. See Fig. 1.
No. 3 is another tree hung with bright-colored balls of tissue paper, representing candies.
Nos. 4 and 5 are clusters of branches arranged to look as if growing, and about three feet high, hung with balls of various kinds and colors.
Nos. 6, 7 and 8 are three little girls who are dressed to represent French dolls. They stand in a row facing the audience. At either end of the row is a frame to support the cheesecloth or mosquito netting which covers them all over, until SANTA is ready for them. Their part, of course, is to stand stiffly, like dolls, not turning their heads, and with their arms held out in front like the small china dolls. One is to say “Papa” and “Mamma” when the signal is given her.
No. 12 is a row of flower pots or boxes, in which appear to be growing the doll plants. These are branches which stand about eighteen inches high, with buds made of tissue paper, like those on the drum trees. These buds conceal as many dolls as can be hung on the plants, some large, some smaller.
No. 13 is a similar row of plants similarly arranged, on which are fastened the various dishes of tea sets.
Nos. 9, 10 and 11 are boxes about two feet high and eighteen inches square (or of the size to accommodate small boys stooping). These boxes have paper leaves around them. The boys should be dressed like Jacks-in-the-box, with frizzly hair, grotesquely painted faces, etc. Their part is to remain hidden in the boxes till SANTA opens them (they should be provided with stools to sit on or they cannot keep still.); then to spring up suddenly and remain standing until shut in again.
COSTUMES.
SANTA CLAUS wears the traditional costume, and DEENO may be short and fat, or tall and very thin. He wears blue overalls and a broad-brimmed hat, and a fringe of white whiskers around his face.
SANTA CLAUS IN MANY LANDS.
_For Twenty Characters—Six Girls, Nine Boys, Four Little Children and One Adult._
AMERICA ⎫ HINDUSTAN ⎪ CHINA ⎪ SCOTLAND ⎪ IRELAND ⎬ _Boys_ RUSSIA ⎪ INDIAN ⎪ PHILIPPINE ⎪ ESQUIMAU ⎭ FRANCE ⎫ GERMANY ⎪ JAPAN ⎪ ENGLAND ⎬ _Girls_ SPAIN ⎪ ITALY ⎭ SANTA CLAUS, _An Adult_. FOUR LITTLE CHILDREN.
_This is good to introduce a school Christmas tree. At the close of the play let SANTA CLAUS distribute the gifts with the help of the various characters._
_If desired, the number participating can be doubled by having a boy and a girl for each country. Or, the number can be reduced by omitting some of the characters and the lines referring to them. As the stanzas are not of set length they can easily be reduced or combined. Costumes at end of the play._
_AMERICA enters_—
Christmas is coming. How glad I am That I live where there is an Uncle Sam. I suppose it is Christmas everywhere, But for some Christmases I wouldn’t care. It can’t be jolly in Hindustan, For there it is never what I would plan.
_HINDUSTAN enters_—
No country is quite so good as mine Where Buddha and Brahmin rule and shine. We follow their birthdays all the year, And many a feast-day comes to cheer. Is Santa Claus Brahmin? I do not know, Is Christmas Buddha? Where does it go?
(_To AMERICA._)
Why do you seem to love him so? And what is Christmas, I’d like to know?
_GERMANY enters_—
Our own is the dearest Fatherland Of any that there can be. Kriss Kringle brings toys to all who are good, With cakes and sweetmeats and all nice food, And the beautiful Christmas tree. And always we in dear Germany Are glad when the Christ-child comes. He leaves fine gifts and brings much joy To every good little girl and boy In all the dear German homes.
_CHINA enters_—
Melican Santa Claus velly big Joss. Me sabe (_pronounced “sabby”_) him, me likee. He tellee me allee time bling toys when me good, Me likee, me be good allee time. Sabe? My countlee (_country_) we hab plenty big Joss No same like Melican Santa. Santa tellee me be good all time, to ev’ly body. Me sabe him. Me likee.
_FRANCE enters_—
Maybe your wonderful Christmas time Is not quite alike in every clime, But here, in beautiful, sunny France It brings us music and many a dance,
(_Whirls and dances through these two lines._)
With feasting and calling on each dear friend, With pleasure and jollity without end.
(_Bows, curtseys back to place, throwing kisses._)
_IRELAND enters_—
Ould Scotland has her heather, An’ England has her rose, But Ireland has her shamrock green, The darlin’est thing that grows. An’ to you now, ould Santy, We bring the shamrock dear. It manes good luck to ivery wan, An’ good luck all the year. An’ whin ’tis Christmas comin’ Wid all its games an’ toys, Oh, thin ’tis sure the shamrock land Is best fur gurruls an’ boys.
_ESKIMO enters_—
It is cold and beautiful where I live, No place can be quite so good; But the things I hear about today I have not quite understood. But Santa, you say, loves children well, And I hope he’ll visit me, For my country lies along his way When he comes from the Arctic sea. Come bring my people, Santa dear, The happy times they tell of here.
_RUSSIA enters_—
Midst the great white snows of our great white land Live hundreds of boys and girls, And Christmas time brings us many a joy As the snow and the storm wind whirls. No Christmas tree, but a gathering great Of friends by the warm house fire, With games and giving,—oh! Christmas time Is the Russian child’s desire.
_ENGLAND enters_—
Christmas is coming in England dear. ’Tis the gladdest time of all the year; With the big boar’s head, with the pudding ablaze, ’Tis the merriest one of all our days. The Waits are singing—the Mummers shout,— In the great cathedrals the bells ring out. For rich and poor, for young and old, The Christmas message is sung and told. “Peace, peace on earth, good will to men,” We love to sing it each year again.
_SCOTLAND enters_—
In bonnie Scotland, our own rugged land, Where moors and mountains are so wild and grand, We go most soberly to our dear kirk And hear the sermons—rather serious work For us it is sometimes—but still we love To hear the story of the Lord above. No Christmas tree we have, but quiet giving. We trust to goodness in our daily living.
IRELAND—(_Speaking to ENGLAND and SCOTLAND as he joins them._)
We’re cousins—the three of us—what do we care How different—or same—are our countries, they’re fair To each of us. Isn’t it so? Then hurrah! Hurrah for ould Christmas, whoever we are!
_SPAIN enters_—
In sunny Spain we celebrate with flowers; The sweet guitar with music fills the hours. We do not have a tree; in hall or street Our gifts are given to the friends we meet. Christmas is gay for us in sunny Spain, We’re always glad when gift-time comes again.
_ITALY enters_—
The sun shines fair upon our Italy, And gives its gold to everything we see. And when the blessed Christ-child comes each year We worship him, and beg that he will hear And bless us as we kneel, and so we know We shall be happy everywhere we go. And when again our homes we reach, there, piled, Are lovely things sent by the holy child.
_JAPAN enters_—
Our holy Buddha has a birthday, too, A sacred day it is. The children strew The lovely flowers all along the way, And chant the legends of that holy day. All have new robes, and every girl and boy Wish for their elders greatest peace and joy, And then receive sweet cakes and cups of tea. No children anywhere more blest could be.
_PHILIPPINE enters_—
They come to our islands far beyond the seas And tell us of such lands and tribes as these. They teach us words like “peace,” “to men good will,” And show us what it is to drive and kill. I can’t quite understand the things they say, It seems to me a very curious way; But these are children just like me, and so They have good times in their own lands, I know. If Santa Claus can make me glad like these, And bring such ways to us beyond the seas, I’m ready now to follow—love him, too,— And then perhaps I’ll know just what is true, Know what it means to hear now and again Such words as “love” and “peace, good will to men.”
_INDIAN enters_—
(_Walks slowly to his place, folds arms, looks about him, speaks slowly._)
You speak too many words. All spirits good Will love all children dwelling in the wood Or tepees of the land. They take Great care of all deserving ones, and make Them wise and great. Your toys we do not need. Still, if there’s a children’s saint, indeed, He might at Christmas time to us come round. The tales these tell (_pointing around_) have quite a pleasant sound.
CHILDREN—
(_Rush in pulling SANTA CLAUS with them, two at each hand. Others may be with them to any desired number._)
SANTA—
In every land the little children dwell, And all of them are mine; I love them well. Some call one day each year the Christmas day. And celebrate with joy. And some lands say That other days are best; yet every child Who’s good and kind, with tender hearts and mild To help another’s pain, or comfort tears, That child keeps Christmas day all through the years. All, all are mine. In every land or creed, Who love to help another’s want or need.
(_CHILDREN dance around SANTA CLAUS singing._)
_Tune: “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.”_
Santa Claus has brought us Christmas, Santa Claus has brought us Christmas, Santa Claus has brought us Christmas, Hurrah for Christmas day!
(_All the characters join hands and skip around SANTA CLAUS, singing together._)
Hurrah for Christmas day! Hurrah for Christmas day! Santa Claus has brought us Christmas, Santa Claus has brought us Christmas, Santa Claus has brought us Christmas, Hurrah for Christmas day!
CURTAIN.
DIRECTIONS.
As each character enters and speaks, let him use gestures or actions according to his words. This must be left to the judgment of the one in charge.
COSTUMES.
SANTA CLAUS—Traditional red suit and cap, long whiskers, etc.
FOUR LITTLE CHILDREN—Any pretty dress.
AMERICA—Modern dress.
HINDUSTAN—White robe with loose sleeves. This reaches to the feet. Wide white belt, white turban.
IRELAND—Green stockings, low, buckled shoes, gray knee trousers, white blouse waist, green tie, gray jacket.
ESKIMO—Trousers, jacket and pointed hood of fur. Cotton flannel with the fuzzy side out answers very well.
INDIAN—Moccasins, brown overalls with a pleat laid on the outside of the leg, thus fitting it as close as is convenient. Over this pleat is a fringe of brown leather or tan cotton. Bright blanket over the shoulders. Red band around the head, with feathers standing up in it. Long black hair, painted face.
SCOTLAND—Highland dress; plaid kilt and stockings, low shoes, dark jacket and red or plaid sash over the shoulder; fur pouch in front; Scotch cap.
CHINA—Wide, loose trousers and blouse of dark blue, round cap of blue or black, with red button on top; “pigtail” and slanting eyes.
FRANCE—Fancy pink and blue frilled dress, arms and neck bare, slippers.
PHILIPPINE—Close fitting waist and tights of brown, hands and face brown, woolly wig. Skirt of raffia or grass reaching to the knees. Beads around the neck; carries a spear.
GERMANY—Blue skirt to ankles, white waist, black bodice, Dutch cap with flaps turned back from the face, long flaxen braids.
JAPAN—Gay kimono and sash, hair dressed high with tiny fans stuck in it.
SPAIN—Yellow dress with black bands around it, black bodice, large gay fan, hair dressed with high back comb and large red roses below each ear.
ITALY—Green skirt with bands of bright trimming, white waist and apron, black bodice. Hair in braids with white headdress, which is a band of muslin six or seven inches wide and sixteen to eighteen inches long, one end pinned on top of the head, the other falling behind.
RUSSIA—High, fur-trimmed boots, dark skirt and jacket and cap, all trimmed with fur.
ENGLAND—A fair child with delicate features. Modern dress.
THE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS.
_A Sketch._
_For Eight Characters—Four Males, Four Females._
CHARACTERS.
MR. RADCLIFFE _Bachelor of 35, or Thereabouts_ BOB _The Janitor’s Boy_ BILL _Who Brings Home His Suit_ JIMMY _MR. RADCLIFFE as a Boy_ MISS DAYTON _Lady in the Late Twenties_ GRETCHEN _German Maid_ ANNETTE _Washwoman’s Child_ KITTY _MISS DAYTON as a Girl_
SCENE: _Interior of MISS DAYTON’S room. Table with books and sewing upon it, two chairs and a lounge, etc. MISS D. sits reading._
MISS DAYTON (_puts down book, yawns_). Heigh-ho! What a dreary day! Cold as Greenland, and raining as well. If I had _my_ way in the making of the world we never would have had such days as this. (_Knock at door._) Come in.
_Enter GRETCHEN with letters._
GRETCHEN. Some letters, Miss Dayton.
MISS D. Very well, Gretchen. Put them on the table.
GRET. (_picking up scraps, dusting, etc., as she talks_). It vas a nice day, Miss Dayton.
MISS D. _I_ think it is a horrid day, Gretchen.
GRET. Nein, Miss Dayton. It vas by Christmas day. (_Smiles broadly._)
MISS D. What is that to me, Gretchen, or to any sensible person, for that matter?
GRET. (_astonished_). Und you don’d like Christmas, Miss Dayton?
MISS D. Christmas is nothing, Gretchen. Nothing at all. Just a day for silly people to spend money on foolish things, and other people to be bored with their foolishness. You don’t catch me joining in any of it.
GRET. (_aghast_). But it vas _Merry_ Christmas, Miss Dayton.
MISS D. (_snappishly_). “Merry Christmas!” And what have I to be merry about, I’d like to know?
GRET. Don’d you haf a fader, Miss Dayton?
MISS D. Dead, long ago.
GRET. Und a mudder? Und some brudders? (_Puts apron to her eye._) Ach himmel! It makes me cry. I don’d haf ’em so long alretty yet.
MISS D. Oh, for goodness sake, Gretchen! Stop! I haven’t a living soul who cares whether I live or die. And I don’t want to have, if the price of them must be this nonsense about Christmas. If ever there was a heathen custom carried out without cause or reason, this one of Christmas is the one. Don’t talk to me.
GRET. Und you don’d half der Christmas kuchen? Und der ribbons? Und der dinner? Und der Christmas heim-lied? Ach, Miss Dayton! It vas all so dear.
MISS D. (_angrily_). No! I tell you. No! (_After a pause, wearily._) How much you talk.
GRET. (_pitifully_). Some of mein Christmas kuchen comes to you, Miss Dayton, and then you vill not so lonely be.
MISS D. I don’t want it, Gretchen. I don’t want it. Why do you bother me so? (_Takes up book._) Can’t you see I’m reading? Go and have your old Christmas cakes, if you want them; but let me alone. (_Reads._)
GRET. (_backing toward the door and speaking timidly_). Und you don’d _gif_ nottings on Christmas? (_No answer. She goes slowly out, turns at the door, and says._) Tomorrow vas Christmas. (_No answer. Goes out slowly, putting one eye to the crack of the door and looking long at MISS D. before she softly closes it. MISS D. continues reading. Knock at the door._)
MISS D. Come in. (_ANNETTE enters, poorly dressed. Carries a large basket of laundry._) Oh, it’s you, Annette.
ANNETTE. Please, Miss Dayton, here’s yer washin,’ an’ Maw says cud ye be afther payin’ her, ’cos termorrer’s Christmas.
MISS D. Certainly. Here’s your money. (_Pays her._) But surely your mother won’t be so foolish as to spend her money on Christmas nonsense.
ANNETTE (_smiling_). Aw yis, miss. We do be goin’ ter have Christmis to our house—an’ stockin’s hangin’ by the chimbly—an’ candy in ’em, an’ sich. An’ mebby sumpin’ nice—m—m! (_Nods her head and smiles knowingly._)
MISS D. (_sternly_). Now, Annette, that is actually wrong. When a woman has to work as hard as your mother does to support seven children, it’s worse than folly. It’s wicked to buy Christmas presents. As to Santa Claus, there isn’t any such person, as of course you know. I really think I shall make it my business to see your mother myself, and see if I can’t stop such wasteful, useless doings.
ANNETTE (_with a wail_). Aw Miss Dayton! Now, don’t yer be doin’ that! Not have Christmis? Aw! Yer don’ know what fun it be! Not have Christmas! Aw Miss Dayton! Let us be, can’t yer? (_Hides her face in her apron and sobs._)
MISS D. Now, Annette, stop this at once. You are a very silly child, indeed. I’m quite surprised at you. Here’s your money, and when you get home you tell your mother she is not to spend it for Christmas nonsense. Do you hear? (_Resumes her reading._)
ANNETTE (_goes dejectedly to the door, but opens it again after she has gone out, and puts her head in, calls._) Christmis gif! (_No answer—a pause._) Christmis gif, Miss Dayton.
MISS D. Run along, child. No. No Christmas gifts from me. I don’t approve of them at all. (_Resumes the reading of her letter. ANNETTE goes._) Of all things! Here’s a letter from the ladies of the church asking me to help with their Christmas tree for poor children. I think I see myself! It is no better than a bid for pauperism. All nonsense! No indeed! Not I. (_Reads other letter._) And if here isn’t more of the same! Mr. Fletcher wants me to help a poor woman with four children so she can have Christmas. The idea! As if there was nothing to use one’s money for but buying toys and candy and such nonsense. (_Lets letter drop in her lap. Seems to be thinking. Silence._)
CURTAIN.