A CHRISTMAS DREAM
Janet Elaine Smith
Billie A. Williams
(A 3-Act Play for Small-Medium Theatrical Groups)
Approximate performance time: 1 hour
This entire script is copyrighted and may not be duplicated in any way. It can not be sold to another theater group.
It may, however, be re-produced by the same theater groups if they retain their original copies. There is no charge for the
production of the play. It comes with the blessing of both Janet Elaine Smith and Billie A. Williams for sharing Christmas
Dreams with the people in your community and their hope that it will inspire Christmas miracles for the many who watch it.
Susan Quincey…30-something single mother, widow
Jeremy Quincey…4-year-old son of Susan and Mark Quincey
Kevin Dockter…30-something boss of Susan Quincey
Mark Quincey…deceased husband of Susan; died in Desert Storm
Mrs. Dockter…Kevin's mother; lives in historical Victorian house
Emma Lou…older lady, helper for Mrs. Dockter
Santa Claus…proprietor of a Christmas shop in North Pole, Colorado
Mrs. Claus…wife of Santa
Nicholas Kloss…plays Santa in Duluth, MN. Father of deceased Desert Storm soldier
Mrs. Kloss…wife of Nicholas Kloss
Mrs. Matt Kloss…daughter-in-law of Mr. & Mrs. Nicholas Kloss
Young girl and mother…in line to see Santa at the mall
Various aged people shopping in the mall
Miscellaneous people at McDonald's
People milling about at Mrs. Dockter's Holiday House Tour
A CHRISTMAS DREAM
By Janet Elaine Smith
Script by Billie A. Williams © 2005
THE SETTING: Darkened stage, all that is visible is a 30-something woman sitting in a recliner with a small reindeer
Christmas ornament in her hands.
(She slowly turns the ornament round and round, then clutches
her heart as her area of the stage darkens)
SETTING CON’T: Lights come up on a Christmas shop, stage right. Mountains are visible through
the window; obviously winter. The marquee/sign over the checkout counter says THE NORTH POLE. Two young lovers enter, hand-in-hand,
the woman very pregnant, the soldier in uniform. Delight over the various ceramic and hand-crafted Christmas things is obvious.
Welcome to the North Pole
passes a platter of sugar cookies to the young couple.)
MRS. CLAUS (CON’T)
I’m Mrs. Santa Claus. If I can help you find what you want, please ask. Would you like some milk
to go with your cookies?
one hand on her very-pregnant belly, takes a cookie from the platter and smiles at Mrs. Claus.)
Thank you Mrs.—um—Claus. Is that Santa Claus?
Seriously, my husband’s family name is Claus, and yes his first name is Santa—true and legal.
stage left, dressed all in his Santa suit, a broad smile on his face)
My parents had a great sense of humor and named me Santa. All through school I was Sam, though.
And you named your child…
hesitates, not wanting to offend in case the Clauses weren’t religious.)
downcast, turning from the young couple to put the platter back on the small
table beside the entranceway.)
We could never have children.
nervously, shifting from foot to foot, obviously embarrassed by her insensitive comment to two complete strangers, rubs her
hand over her bulging belly.)
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…
Not to worry, dear. We just decided we’d do what we could for other children. Adopting other people’s
children, sort of. Instead, we do what we can for the children in the nearby orphanages—and the rest—at least
at Christmas time.
(Hours pass as the Clauses entertain the young couple with tales
of their philanthropic adventures. A stream of characters come down the aisle and cross the stage as the two couples sit,
talking and listening to Santa’s tales. Tiny tots through grade-school children of all ages, high school, and generally
people of various ages pass across the stage until a very old man hobbles across the stage. A howling wind blasts the windows
with snow—a blizzard has begun while they were engrossed in Mr. Claus’s storytelling.)
We better get on the road. The weather is starting to turn nasty, Susan.
I’m afraid in this blizzard you’d be traveling on treacherous roads. The avalanche potential is serious
when we get one of these storms. We have plenty of room. Why not spend the night here?
(He glances at Mrs. Claus
for approval, and she nods her head.)
Oh, yes. I would love to have you stay. You can help us wrap toys for the orphanage. It would be so nice to have
someone to cook for instead of just the two of us.
(A broad smile on her face, she takes Susan’s hands in hers. Lights darken. Lights
come up bright and the snow has stopped.)
SETTING: The next day, bright sunshine streaming through the windows.
(Mark and Susan shop in the Christmas shop for gifts for friends back home.)
It’s time to go feed the reindeer. Mark, would you like to join me?
And me, too. Oh please! I would love to see the reindeer.
(Resting his hand on her
stomach, his arm around her.)
Perhaps you shouldn’t. I mean the deep snow, walking through that. What about the baby?
(Santa and Mrs. Claus nod
their heads in agreement)
Mark, I’m not an invalid. The walk would do me good. We’ve been sitting, and then sleeping, with no
activity for hours. You know I'm supposed to get some exercise. It won’t hurt the baby. I’ll be fine. Please,
(Santa, Susan and Mark
walk offstage left and the lights dim as Mrs. Claus begins arranging ceramic figures on the shelves in the shop. In the background,
music begins to the tune of "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer." The audience is
asked to join in, singing “Buford, the Misfit Reindeer.” Lyrics have been supplied for that and the other songs
in the play in the program handouts, given to each patron as they entered the theater, and the narrator informs the audience
they are encouraged to sing along as the play continues.)
SETTING: Back inside the North Pole shop, Susan holds a tiny reindeer ornament, examining it, turning it around
I want this one. Yes, this is the one. So tiny, so precious. This will be my reminder of our wonderful time here
every Christmas when I put it on our tree.
(She wraps an arm around Mark, smiling up at him. He bends down and kisses her forehead.)
Oh no! Not that one. How did that get out here? Here, dear, take this one instead.
(She hands Susan another
reindeer from the shelf and retrieves the other from her hands.)
But, it—it’s so perfect, so precious. Why can’t I buy that one?
He’s imperfect. See?
(Mrs. Claus places the
deer on the counter and it tilts badly to one side)
One leg is shorter than the rest. I can’t imagine how that could have happened. I can’t sell you an
Exactly! That is precisely why I want him. He's just like Buford. Please let me buy him. I love him. He’ll be a reminder of you and Mr. Claus and your wonderful shop every time
I look at him. Oh please!
(Picks up the small reindeer. Gives it a hug and hands it to Susan.)
If you’re positive you want him.
(Grabs Mrs. Claus and gives
her a big hug)
I’m sure. Absolutely sure!
(Scene darkens and returns
to light, with Susan still sitting in the recliner, no longer pregnant, with the reindeer. Two men, dressed in uniforms, walk
through with a letter, covered in black gauze cloth. They hand the letter to Susan, along with a folded American flag. Susan clutches the flag, letter, and envelope to her breast. She drops the reindeer
to the floor. A little boy retrieves it and hands it to her. She pulls him onto her lap and hugs him.)