ACT I, SCENE II
(It’s daytime. Everything is the same, except MOLLIE is accompanied by her older brother, SAM, age eleven, and her MOTHER. Wrapping paper lies on the floor, torn and in many pieces. The MOTHER picks up the trash, while the children play with their respective gifts.)
MOLLIE: (playing) Sam, do you want to play with my Barbies and I’ll play with your iPod?
SAM: (laughing) You wish, dork! I’m not letting this baby out of my site. Dear Ole Saint Nick wasn’t too bad this year, eh Mom?
MOTHER: Yes, he was VERY generous to you Sam. In the spirit of Christmas, maybe you should pass on that generosity.
SAM: (thinking) But…how?
MOTHER: (hands him the trash bag) Have fun!
SAM: (sighs heavily) But Mom! Can’t this wait till after I put all my music on my iPod?
MOTHER: Oh sure, take your time! Heck, why don’t you just forget about it! I’ll do everything. Then after I’m done here, I’ll go clean your room and then I can take you to get some fancy new headphones so you can really listen to that badboy!
SAM: (excitedly) Wow Mom! Really?!
MOTHER: No.
MOLLIE: (laughing) Sam got fooled! Sam got fooled!
SAM: Shuddup dweeb!
MOLLIE: MOM! Sam told me to shuddup!
MOTHER: Mollie, I am right here. There is no need to y-
SAM: No I didn’t! I said, “WHAT’S up, dweeb?”
MOTHER: Sam, you did not. I heard y-
MOLLIE: NO HE DIDN’T! HE’S LYING!
MOTHER: (losing her patience) Mollie, lower your v-
SAM: I swear, I’m not!
MOLLIE: LIAR FACE!
SAM: TROLL!
MOLLIE: DUMBY HEAD!
SAM: ACORN!
MOLLIE: POOP MOUTH MC’STUPID!
MOTHER: ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU! (separates the two and calms down) Sam, pick up the trash. I do not want to hear one moan or groan about it. Afterwards, you can listen to your iPod. Understood?
SAM: (defeated) Yes, ma’am.
MOTHER: Now, I’m going to get breakfast started. Try not to kill each other. (exits) MOLLIE: Sam?
SAM: Yeah Mollie?
MOLLIE: Do you think that Santa can you hear us right now?
SAM: (annoyed) I don’t know Mollie…maybe. He does see us when we’re sleeping, and knows when we’re awake. I mean, he seems to know everything.
MOLLIE: (aside) Then why didn’t he hear me last night…
SAM: What did you say Mollie?
MOLLIE: Oh nothing Sam. You’ll laugh at me…
SAM: Come on…just tell me.
MOLLIE: Oh fine. Last night I asked Santa to take back all of my presents back.
SAM: What?! How come?
MOLLIE: ‘Cause I told him I wanted something else. Something better than any of those presents.
SAM: What did you ask him for?
MOLLIE: …I asked him for Daddy. I told him that I want him back. Since he’s been gone for so long.
SAM: Mollie…
MOLLIE: What Sam? It’s not impossible! Santa can do anything! (aside) At least I thought he could…
SAM: Well Mollie, I think there are some things that Santa just doesn’t have any say in.
MOLLIE: But he’s SANTA, Sam! He flies around the whole world in one night! Don’t you think he could have brought Daddy back to us?
SAM: (thinking) I guess he could have…but he didn’t. I’m sorry Mol’. Maybe we can try for our birthdays. We get one wish then. Maybe it’ll work that time.
MOLLIE: (whispering) I just can’t believe Santa can’t do something…he can do everything…all I wanted was this one thing…and he couldn’t even do it for me.
SAM: Mollie, don’t think about it, okay? I’m sure Dad is fine. Santa brought you presents. I mean, he did bring what you asked for.
MOLLIE: He didn’t listen to me Sam! He forgot about me!
SAM: Stop it Mollie! Don’t say that!
MOLLIE: I wish I didn’t have any of this…I wish we didn’t have Christmas Sam. Why can’t he be here? (begins to cry) I just want Daddy…
SAM: I do too, Mol’. I miss him a lot. (continues to pick up trash) MOLLIE: (to herself) Oh Santa…please just give me my daddy.
(enter quietly a man in an Army uniform from the front door. He is middle aged. No one notices his arrival. He walks in slowly and puts his hands over MOLLIE’s eyes) FATHER: Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.
MOLLIE: DADDY! (embrace tightly) SAM: DAD! You’re home!
(enter MOTHER) MOTHER: Pat…Patrick?
FATHER: Merry Christmas, Carol.
MOTHER: (tears in her eyes) Merry Christmas, Patrick.
MOLLIE: He listened! Daddy! Santa Clause listened! I asked him to bring you and here you are! Santa really listened!
FATHER: He did. (smiles) He brought me back, Sweetie. (reveals three packages that was hidden in a bag) I brought you guys presents!
SAM: Woo! Presents!
MOTHER: (laughing) Sam, why don’t you help me finish breakfast? Remember, pass on the generosity!
SAM: (chuckles) Okay Mom, I’ll help you out. (both exit) MOLLIE: Daddy, you’re really here. (smiles) You’re the best gift Santa gave me this year. (hugs)
FATHER: Oh Mollie, it’s so good to be home. (kisses her forehead) I love you, Sweetheart.
MOLLIE: I love you too Daddy. (holds him tighter) Will you read me a story? It’s the one thing I’ve missed so much about you. You need to catch up on all you’ve missed!
FATHER: (laughing) Okay, I have the perfect one for you. Are you ready?
MOLLIE: Sure am.
FATHER: Alright. This story is called “The Greatest Gift of All…”
SAM: (laughing) You wish, dork! I’m not letting this baby out of my site. Dear Ole Saint Nick wasn’t too bad this year, eh Mom?
MOTHER: Yes, he was VERY generous to you Sam. In the spirit of Christmas, maybe you should pass on that generosity.
SAM: (thinking) But…how?
MOTHER: (hands him the trash bag) Have fun!
SAM: (sighs heavily) But Mom! Can’t this wait till after I put all my music on my iPod?
MOTHER: Oh sure, take your time! Heck, why don’t you just forget about it! I’ll do everything. Then after I’m done here, I’ll go clean your room and then I can take you to get some fancy new headphones so you can really listen to that badboy!
SAM: (excitedly) Wow Mom! Really?!
MOTHER: No.
MOLLIE: (laughing) Sam got fooled! Sam got fooled!
SAM: Shuddup dweeb!
MOLLIE: MOM! Sam told me to shuddup!
MOTHER: Mollie, I am right here. There is no need to y-
SAM: No I didn’t! I said, “WHAT’S up, dweeb?”
MOTHER: Sam, you did not. I heard y-
MOLLIE: NO HE DIDN’T! HE’S LYING!
MOTHER: (losing her patience) Mollie, lower your v-
SAM: I swear, I’m not!
MOLLIE: LIAR FACE!
SAM: TROLL!
MOLLIE: DUMBY HEAD!
SAM: ACORN!
MOLLIE: POOP MOUTH MC’STUPID!
MOTHER: ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU! (separates the two and calms down) Sam, pick up the trash. I do not want to hear one moan or groan about it. Afterwards, you can listen to your iPod. Understood?
SAM: (defeated) Yes, ma’am.
MOTHER: Now, I’m going to get breakfast started. Try not to kill each other. (exits) MOLLIE: Sam?
SAM: Yeah Mollie?
MOLLIE: Do you think that Santa can you hear us right now?
SAM: (annoyed) I don’t know Mollie…maybe. He does see us when we’re sleeping, and knows when we’re awake. I mean, he seems to know everything.
MOLLIE: (aside) Then why didn’t he hear me last night…
SAM: What did you say Mollie?
MOLLIE: Oh nothing Sam. You’ll laugh at me…
SAM: Come on…just tell me.
MOLLIE: Oh fine. Last night I asked Santa to take back all of my presents back.
SAM: What?! How come?
MOLLIE: ‘Cause I told him I wanted something else. Something better than any of those presents.
SAM: What did you ask him for?
MOLLIE: …I asked him for Daddy. I told him that I want him back. Since he’s been gone for so long.
SAM: Mollie…
MOLLIE: What Sam? It’s not impossible! Santa can do anything! (aside) At least I thought he could…
SAM: Well Mollie, I think there are some things that Santa just doesn’t have any say in.
MOLLIE: But he’s SANTA, Sam! He flies around the whole world in one night! Don’t you think he could have brought Daddy back to us?
SAM: (thinking) I guess he could have…but he didn’t. I’m sorry Mol’. Maybe we can try for our birthdays. We get one wish then. Maybe it’ll work that time.
MOLLIE: (whispering) I just can’t believe Santa can’t do something…he can do everything…all I wanted was this one thing…and he couldn’t even do it for me.
SAM: Mollie, don’t think about it, okay? I’m sure Dad is fine. Santa brought you presents. I mean, he did bring what you asked for.
MOLLIE: He didn’t listen to me Sam! He forgot about me!
SAM: Stop it Mollie! Don’t say that!
MOLLIE: I wish I didn’t have any of this…I wish we didn’t have Christmas Sam. Why can’t he be here? (begins to cry) I just want Daddy…
SAM: I do too, Mol’. I miss him a lot. (continues to pick up trash) MOLLIE: (to herself) Oh Santa…please just give me my daddy.
(enter quietly a man in an Army uniform from the front door. He is middle aged. No one notices his arrival. He walks in slowly and puts his hands over MOLLIE’s eyes) FATHER: Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.
MOLLIE: DADDY! (embrace tightly) SAM: DAD! You’re home!
(enter MOTHER) MOTHER: Pat…Patrick?
FATHER: Merry Christmas, Carol.
MOTHER: (tears in her eyes) Merry Christmas, Patrick.
MOLLIE: He listened! Daddy! Santa Clause listened! I asked him to bring you and here you are! Santa really listened!
FATHER: He did. (smiles) He brought me back, Sweetie. (reveals three packages that was hidden in a bag) I brought you guys presents!
SAM: Woo! Presents!
MOTHER: (laughing) Sam, why don’t you help me finish breakfast? Remember, pass on the generosity!
SAM: (chuckles) Okay Mom, I’ll help you out. (both exit) MOLLIE: Daddy, you’re really here. (smiles) You’re the best gift Santa gave me this year. (hugs)
FATHER: Oh Mollie, it’s so good to be home. (kisses her forehead) I love you, Sweetheart.
MOLLIE: I love you too Daddy. (holds him tighter) Will you read me a story? It’s the one thing I’ve missed so much about you. You need to catch up on all you’ve missed!
FATHER: (laughing) Okay, I have the perfect one for you. Are you ready?
MOLLIE: Sure am.
FATHER: Alright. This story is called “The Greatest Gift of All…”
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