A Carol of Souls. A Christmas Carol Play Based on A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens Adapted by Teague Tubach & Company 2017 All Rights Reserved

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1 A Carol of Souls A Christmas Carol Play Based on A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens Adapted by Teague Tubach & Company 2017 All Rights Reserved 1

2 [Pre-show: playbills, carolers, beggars asking for alms for the poor and destitute ] Act 1, Scene 1: The Counting House (the counting house) Act 1, Scene 2: The Ghost of Jacob Marley (Scrooge s bedroom) Act 1, Scene 3: The First of the Three Ghosts (bedroom, schoolroom, Fezziwigs ).. Intermission (popcorn and cinnamon nuts).. Act 2, Scene 1: The Second of the Three Ghosts (bedroom, Cratchit s, Fred s) Act 2, Scene 2: The Third of the Three Ghosts (bedroom, Old Joe s, Cratchits, grave) Act 2, Scene 3: The End of It (bedroom, Fred s, counting house) Characters (24 +1) We also need two younger siblings to play the hideous children Ebenezer Scrooge Bob Cratchit Nephew Fred The Gentleman X6 Carolers/Narrators/Ensamble The Ghost of Jacob Marley Ghost of Christmas Past Young Scrooge Scrooge s Sister Fezziwig Belle Ghost of Christmas Present Mrs. Cratchit Belinda Cratchit Peter Cratchit Martha Cratchit Tiny Tim Ghost of Christmas yet-to-come Old Joe Young Boy 2

3 Act 1, Scene 1 - The Counting House The scene opens on a busy street in Victorian London. Chestnuts are roasting on one side of the theater, fresh eels are being served on another, there are some carolers near the front of the stage [O Come All Ye Faithful] and Christmas decorations. The cast enters from the rear, bestowing greetings upon the audience. They show wealth unbalance! It s noticeably cold, but everyone is warm at heart. An older man with a sober scowl and brisk pace, moves down the sidewalk. A blind man's dog pulls its owner aside, and carolers pause as he passes by. The man's name is Scrooge. Narrator #1: Welcome to Victorian London! It's Christmas Eve and the good people of London-town are out in full vigor. The chill in the air does little to cool their hearts. Indeed, the Christmas spirit abounds. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire, fresh eels, and a Christmas wreath. What's not to love? Ebenezer Scrooge takes no pleasure in the season. He enters his counting house, as the sole proprietor. His partner, Jacob Marley, died seven years ago this very night! Hark! He was too cheap to paint out old Marley's name above the counting house door. The air is cold, but not as cold as Scrooge's poor soul. Scrooge enters his own shop, a counting house called Scrooge & Marley, and does not greet his clerk, a seemingly timid man named Bob Cratchit. Enter a man called Fred. Fred: Merry Christmas, uncle! God save you! Scrooge: Bah. Humbug! Fred: Christmas a humbug, uncle! You don t mean that, I m sure. Scrooge: I do. Merry Christmas! (Sarcastic tone) Fred: Don't be cross uncle. Scrooge: What else can I be when I live in such a world of fools as this? Merry Christmas! What s Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself a year older, and not an hour richer. If I could work my will every idiot who goes about with Merry Christmas on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart! Fred: Uncle! Come dine with us tomorrow. Scrooge: [long pause and bitter stare] Good afternoon. Fred: Well, I m sorry, with all my heart, to find you so resolute. But I ll keep my Christmas humor to the last. So, Merry Christmas, uncle! 3

4 Scrooge: Good afternoon! Fred: And a Happy New Year! Scrooge: Good afternoon! Nephew Fred bestows a holiday greeting upon Scrooge's clerk, Bob Cratchit, and leaves the counting house. While the door is ajar, a portly gentlemen enters. The following scene should have an awkward one. Gentleman: Scrooge and Marley's, I believe. Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge, or Mr. Marley? Scrooge: Mr. Marley has been dead these seven years He died seven years ago, this very night. Gentleman: I have no doubt that his generosity is well represented by his surviving partner Um, Mr. Scrooge, at this festive season of the year it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the Poor and Destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessities; hundreds of thousands are in want of common comforts, sir. Scrooge: Are there no prisons? Gentleman: Yes plenty of prisons. Scrooge: And the union workhouses, are they still in operation? Gentleman: [puzzled look] I wish I could say that they were not. Scrooge: Oh! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their usual course. Gentleman: Mr. Scrooge, a few of us are endeavoring to raise a fund to buy the poor some meat and drink and means of warmth. We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when want is keenly felt, and abundance rejoices. What shall I put you down for? Scrooge: [nasty tone] Nothing. Gentleman: You wish to remain anonymous? Scrooge: I wish to be left alone. Since you ask me what I wish, that is my answer. I don't make merry myself at Christmas and I can't afford to make idle people merry. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned -- they cost enough; and those who are badly off must go there. 4

5 Gentleman: [somber tone] Many can't go there; and many would rather die. Scrooge: If they would rather die, they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population! *GONG* The gentleman leaves and several moments pass by, before it is time to close the counting house. The scene is grim. A young boy comes to the counting house door and begins singing God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen. Scrooge scares him away with BAH! Scrooge: You ll want all day tomorrow, I suppose? Bob: [timid tone] If if quite convenient, sir. Scrooge: It's not convenient and it's not fair. If I was to stop half-a-crown for it, you'd think yourself ill-used. And yet, you don't think me ill-used when I pay a day's wages for no work. Bob: But sir, 'tis but once a year. Scrooge: A poor excuse for picking a man's pocket every twenty-fifth of December! But I suppose you must have the whole day. [pointing] Be here all the earlier next morning. Bob: Thank you sir, I will. The carolers begin singing [God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen]. Scrooge slowly walks past and they temporarily stop. Bob follows, eager to spend Christmas eve with his family. He hoots and hollers and stops by to sing a verse with the carolers. Scrooge makes his way around the audience and times his reentrance with the upcoming narration. Act 1, Scene 2 - The Ghost of Jacob Marley The scene opens on a gloomy city street in London. Fog abounds, as Scrooge walks to his residence. Scrooge walks around the back of the theater and enters through the other side. He approaches the door to his residence, just as the last line of the narration is being uttered. At that time, Jacob Marley reveals his face through the door. Narrator #2: Scrooge headed for home, to spend Christmas eve in melancholy solitude. He lives in a gloomy set of rooms which had once belonged to his deceased partner, Jacob Marley. It was old enough now, and dreary enough, for nobody lived in it but Scrooge. The neighborhood was so dark, it was as if the poor house had been playing hide-n-go-seek with other houses, then never found it s way back to the world. 5

6 Now, it is a fact, that there was nothing at all particular about the knocker on the door, except that it was very large. It is also a fact that Scrooge had seen it, night and morning, during his whole residence in that place; also that Scrooge had as little of what is called fancy about him as any man in the city of London. Let it also be kept in mind that Scrooge had not spent one thought on Marley, since his last mention of his seven years' dead partner that afternoon. It seems odd then that Scrooge, having his key in the lock of the door, saw in the knocker, not a knocker, but Marley's face Scrooge: Balderdash! Scrooge is noticeably frightened. He stumbles back and looks away as the door knocker is replaced. Scrooge makes his way backstage to change into his nighttime attire, then sits in a chair in his bed chambers. Chimes and bells and gongs... the Ghost of Jacob Marley enters. Scrooge: What do you want with me? Marley: Muuuuch! Scrooge: [unsure of what to say] Who are you? Marley: Ask me who I was. Scrooge: Who were you then? Marley: In life, I was your partner, Jacob Marley. Scrooge: Can you be real? Marley: You don t believe in me?! Scrooge: I don t. [unsure of reality] You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are! Marley: Muahhhhahhhhh!! Scrooge: Dreadful apparition, why do you trouble me? Marley: Man of worldly mind, do you believe in me or not? Scrooge: I must. But why do spirits walk the earth, and why do they come to me? Marley: It is required of every man, that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellow men, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is 6

7 condemned to do so after death. It is doomed to wander through the world - oh, woe is me! - and witness what it cannot share, but might have shared on earth. Scrooge: Why are you wrapped in a chain? Marley: I wear the chain I forged in life. I made it link by link, yard by yard. It is the consequence of the suffering that I caused in others. Would you know the length of your own chain? Scrooge: Oh Jacob! Speak comfort to me. Marley: I have none to give. Mark me! In life my spirit never roved beyond the narrow limits of our money-changing hole. No regret can make amends for one s life opportunity misused! Yet such was I! Oh, such was I! Scrooge: But you were always a good man of business, Jacob! Marley: Business! Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business! I am here tonight to warn you, that you have yet a chance and hope of escaping my fate, Ebenezer. You will be haunted by three spirits. Without their visits, you cannot hope to shun the path I tread. Expect the first tomorrow, when the bell tolls One. Expect the second on the next night at the same hour. The third upon the next night when the last stroke of twelve has ceased to vibrate. Scrooge: Couldn t I take them all at once and have it over with, Jacob? Marley: Look to see me no more; and, for your own sake, remember what has passed between us. With that, the ghost of Jacob Marley slowly walks backward and fades away. Scrooge, stunned and exhausted, goes to bed. Act 1, Scene 3 - The First of the Three Spirits Narrator #3: Scrooge was awakened by the sound of a bell ringing one o clock. He was staring upon a ghost holding a flame. Scrooge: Are you the Spirit whose coming was foretold to me? Spirit: I am! Scrooge: Who, and what are you? 7

8 Spirit: I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. Scrooge: Long past? Spirit: No. Your past! Scrooge holds up his hands to blind the light from the flame. Spirit: Would you so soon put out, with worldly hands, the light I give? Scrooge: What business brings you here? Spirit: Your welfare. Rise and walk with me. Narrator #3: As they walk, Scrooge and the spirit come upon a road, both pleasing and familiar to Scrooge. There s a town nearby, and a decrepit school house. Scrooge: I know this place. I was a boy here! The school children play outside and sing [Hark the Herald Angels Sing] Spirit: You recollect the way? Scrooge: Remember it? I could walk it blindfolded. Spirit: Strange to have forgotten it for so many years then The school is not quite deserted. A solitary child, neglected by his friends, is left there still. Young Scrooge is alone in a classroom, weak, timid, neglected and forgotten. Young Scrooge s sister enters and begins hugging him, excitedly. Sister: Dear, dear brother. I have come to bring you home, dear brother! To bring you home, home, home! Home, for good and all. Home, for ever and ever. Oh, father is so much kinder than he used to be, that home s like Heaven! He spoke so gently to me one night when I was going to bed, that I was not afraid to ask him once more if you might come home; and he said Yes, you should; and sent me on the coach to bring you. And you re to be a man! and are never to come back here; but first, we re to be together all the Christmas long, and have the merriest time in all the world. Young Scrooge: This will be the best Christmas ever! Young Scrooge and his sister embrace, then walk off stage, skipping. Spirit: Always a delicate creature, whom a breath might have withered, but she had a large heart! 8

9 Scrooge: So she had. Spirit: She died a women, and had, I think, children? Scrooge: One child. Spirit: True. Your nephew. Scrooge: Yes Narrator #3: Scrooge and the spirit left this place and now came upon a warehouse door. Above it hung the sign, Fezziwig. Enter Fezziwig, sitting in a tall chair. Scrooge: I was an apprentice here! Why, it s old Fezziwig! Alive again! Fezziwig: Yo ho there! No more work tonight, lads! It is Christmas Eve! Time to celebrate! Helli-ho! Fezziwig dance with audience! (music by students Sir Roger de Coverley). The lights go on and the cast dances with the audience, except for Scrooge and the three spirits. The Ghost of Christmas Past and Scrooge watch the scene from center stage. When the scene continues, both the spirit and Scrooge are solemn. Do not move or speak until the spotlight is on you. Spirit: A small matter, to make these silly folks so full of gratitude. He has but spent a few pounds of your mortal money: three or four perhaps. Scrooge: (noticeably upset] It isn t that, It isn t that, Spirit. He had the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. The happiness he gave, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune. Spirit: Let us see another. The room is bleak and barren. Scrooge is now an adult, sitting across from a heartbroken young lass named Belle. She is breaking up with him. Belle: Another idol has replaced me. Young Scrooge: What Idol? I only have love for you. Belle: A golden one. Ebenezer, you aren t the man I once knew. You don t care for the world and its inhabitants, only for money. Scrooge: This is nonsense! My heart is with you. 9

10 Belle: No, it is not. I ve seen you change from a man with compassion, to a man driven by greed. Ebenezer, I release you. Spirit: What is the matter? Scrooge: I wish I could have a moment with my clerk just now. Spirit, remove me from this place. My sister. My nephew. Fezziwig. Poor Bob Cratchit. Belle. MY HEART! I cannot bear it. Haunt me no longer! Scrooge backs away to his bedroom, and falls asleep. Act 2, Scene 1 - The Second of the Three Spirits Narrator #4: Scrooge is snoring loudly, but is presently awakened, once again, by the sound of the one o clock bell. He hears something in the next room and cautiously enters. A giant, in a green robe confronts his senses. Second Spirit: Come in! Come in, and know me better, man! I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. Look upon me! Scrooge takes some time to enter and see the spirit. Slowly peering, as if there were a wall separating the two sides of the stage. Second Spirit: You have never seen the likes of me before. Scrooge: Never. Second Spirit: Touch my robe, man! Scrooge and the spirt hop off stage and walk around the theater, stopping to watch the carolers as they sing [Carol of the Bells], as the Cratchit family enters and sets up their table. Enter Mrs. Cratchit and the Cratchit children. Narrator #4: Scrooge and the sprit traveled over and through London, finally visiting the home of Scrooge s clerk, Bob Cratchit, and his happy family. Mrs. Cratchit: What has ever got your father then? And your brother, Tiny Tim! And Martha. She is late too! Peter Cratchit: Here comes Martha now! Martha Cratchit enters, gleefully hugging her mother and little siblings. Belinda Cratchit: Oh there s such a goose, Martha! 10

11 Mrs. Cratchit: Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are! Well! Never mind so long as you are here. Sit ye down before the fire, my dear, and have a warm, Lord bless ye! Cratchit Children: No, no! There s father coming. Hide, Martha, hide! Martha hides, as Bob and Tiny Tim enter. Bob: Why, where s our Martha? Mrs. Cratchit: Not coming. Bob: Not coming? Not coming upon Christmas Day? Martha jumps out to surprise her father and Tiny Tim, then all share in laughter and hugs. The children all play behind their parents, who take center stage. Mrs. Cratchit: How did little Tim behave? Bob: As good as gold, and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and he thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see. The family sits down to eat, and Tiny Tim is noticeably struggling. He holds the hand of his father. Scrooge: Tell me spirit, will Tiny Tim live? Spirit: I see a vacant seat in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die. What then? If he s going to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population. *GONG* Bob: Mr. Scrooge! I give you Mr. Scrooge, the founder of the feast. Mrs. Cratchit: The founder of the feast indeed! I wish I had him here. I d give him a piece of my mind to feast upon, and I hope he d have a good appetite for it. Bob: My dear The children Christmas Day. Mrs. Cratchit: I ll drink to his health for your sake, not his. Long life to him, Merry Christmas, happy New Year. 11

12 Tiny Tim: God bless us, everyone. Scrooge and the spirit left and found themselves in the home of Scrooge s only nephew, Fred, which is blow the stage, where the carolers stand. Fred is holding court, telling the carolers a story. Fred: He said that Christmas was a humbug. He believed it too! Poor fellow. He takes it into his head to dislike us, and he won t come and dine with us. What s the consequence? He loses some pleasant moments, which could do him no harm. I mean to give him the same chance every year, whether he likes it or not. While Fred is speaking, the spirit grows older. The scene passes and Scrooge notices that the spirit is aging. Scrooge: Are spirits lives so short? Spirit: My life upon this globe is very brief. It ends tonight at midnight. Hark! The time is drawing near. Scrooge: Spirit, forgive me if I am not justified in what I ask, but I see something strange, and not belonging to yourself, protruding from your skirts. Is it a foot or a claw? Spirit: It might be a claw Oh man! Look here. Two hideous children come out from the spirit s robe. One boy and one girl. Scrooge: [noticeably frightened] Spirit, are they yours? Spirit: They are Man s. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see written that which is Doom. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Scrooge: Have they no refuge or resource? Spirit: Are there no prisons? Are there no union workhouses? *GONG* Scrooge faints into his bed. The scene is over. Act 2, Scene 2 - The Third of the Three Spirits Narrator #5: In his perilous state, Scrooge retired upon the spirit s exit. Now enters the third spirit. The very air through which this Spirit moves seems to scatter gloom and mystery. It is shrouded in a deep black garment, which conceals its head, its face, its form, and leaves nothing of it visible, save one outstretched hand. 12

13 The Spirit extends it s arm and points at Scrooge. Scrooge: I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come? You are about to show me shadows of the things that have not happened, but will happen, is that so Spirit? The Spirit simply extended it s arm and pointed. Fog billowed in. Narrator #5: Scrooge and the spirit come upon a shop, and it s proprietor, Old Joe. Enter Old Joe, behind a counter, and two of the carolers. Old Joe: Ah, yes! You ve all come to the right place. Woman #1: What odds then! Every person has a right to take care of themselves. He always did! Who s the worse for the loss of a few things like these? Not a dead man, I suppose. Open that bundle, old Joe, and let me know the value of it. Old Joe looks at the woman s bundle, then takes the second. Woman #2: And now undo my bundle Old Joe. Old Joe: Are these his blankets? Woman #2: Whose else s do you think? He isn t likely to take cold without em, I dare say. Old Joe: I hope he didn t die of anything catchy? Eh? Woman #2: Don t you worry about that! Ah! You may look through that shirt till your eyes ache; but you won t find a hole in it, nor a thread out of place. It s the best he had, and a fine one too. They d have wasted it, if it hadn t a been for me. Old Joe: What do you mean by wasting of it? Woman #2: Putting it on him to be buried in. Somebody was fool enough to do it, but I took it off again. The scene ends, and Old Joe joins the carolers. Scrooge and the spirit turn to see a bed, with someone in it. Narrator #5: A bed. Was it Scrooge s? A body, covered in a sheet, lay motionless upon it. He lay, in the dark, empty house. A cat was scratching the door, and there was a sound of gnawing rats beneath the hearth-stone. What they wanted in the room of 13

14 death, and why they were so restless and disturbed, Scrooge did not dare to think. The Spirit s hand once again pointed. This time, to the bed. Scrooge: Spirit, I understand you, and I would do it, if I could. But I have not the power, Spirit. I have not the power. I don t want to know who lays there. Back to the Cratchit home, where all were quiet. Very quiet and as still as statues. Bob enters. Tiny Tim is not present. The Cratchits look older and defeated. Mrs. Cratchit: You went today then, Bob? Bob: Yes, my dear, I wish you could have gone. It would have done you good to see how green a place it is. But you ll see it often. I promised him that we would walk there on a Sunday. My little child! My little, little child! They cry then Bob cleared his throat. Bob: I saw Mr. Scrooge s nephew. He is the pleasantest-spoken gentleman you ever heard. I am heartily sorry for it, Mr. Cratchit, he said, and heartily sorry for your good wife. It really seemed as if he had known our Tiny Tim, and felt our loss My dears, however and whenever we part from one another, I am sure we shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim - shall we - or this first parting that there was among us? All Children: Never father! Bob: And I know, I know, my dears, that when we recollect how patient and how mild he was; although he was just a little, little child; we shall not quarrel easily among ourselves, and forget poor Tiny Tim in doing it. (crying) All Children: No! Never, father! Bob. I am happy. I am very happy. (crying) Scrooge: Spirit, something informs me that our parting moment is at hand. I know it, but I know not how. Tell me what man that was whom we saw lying dead? Narrator #5: The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come made no reply, but conveyed him, as before until they reached an iron gate: A churchyard. Here, then, the wretched man whose name he was now to learn, lay underneath the ground. The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointed down to one. Scrooge advanced toward it trembling. Scrooge: Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point, answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that will be, or are they shadows of things that may be? 14

15 The spirit remained unmoved and Scrooge looked upon the headstone: EBENEZER SCROOGE! *GONG* Scrooge: Am I the man who lay upon the bed? The spirit pointed directly at him. Scrooge: No, Spirit! Oh no, no! Spirit! Hear me! I am not the man I was. Why show me this, if I am past all hope? Good Spirit, I will live in the Past, Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may wash away the writing on this stone! Scrooge walks backward and once again, falls asleep in bed. He wakes without haste. Act 2, Scene 3 - The End of it Scrooge: I am here: the shadows of the things that would have been, may be dispelled. They will be. I know they will! Ha ha ha! Scrooge opens his window and shouts to a boy on the street. Scrooge: What day is it? Boy: Why, it s Christmas Day! Scrooge: Oh good! Christmas day! (talking to himself) I haven t missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Boy, do you know the shop with the prize turkey hanging in the window? Boy: What, the one as big as me? Scrooge: Yes! Go and ask them to bring it here so I can tell them where to have it delivered. I ll give you a crown for it! Narrator #6: The boy ran off and returned with the prize turkey. It was delivered to the Cratchit home, but from whom, they did not know. The Cratchit family had a feast for the ages, and a merry time together. Scrooge enters the house of his Nephew Fred, who is playing a game with guests. Scrooge: I m here for Christmas dinner. if you ll have me. Fred: (stunned) Well of course we ll have you! 15

16 Narrator #6: Ebenezer Scrooge had a splendid time with is nephew and company. He regaled the guests with stories all but forgotten and the scene was merry. In the end, Scrooge retied to his home, with a smile that had been lost for many years, but was now found. The next morning, Scrooge entered the counting house early, hoping to be earlier than his clerk, Bob Cratchit. He was. Scrooge: [with coldness] Hallo! And what do you mean by coming here at this time of day? Bob: I am very sorry, sir, I am behind my time. Scrooge: You are. Oh, yes. I think you are. Step this way, if you please. Bob: It s only once a year, sir, It shall not be repeated. I was making rather merry yesterday, sir. Scrooge: Now, I ll tell you what, my friend, I am not going to stand for this sort of thing any longer. And therefore And therefore [change in tone of voice] I am about to raise your salary! A merry Christmas, Bob! A merrier Christmas, Bob, my good fellow, than I have given you for many a year! I will raise your salary, and endeavor to assist your struggling family! Bob was in disbelief. Both men went outside and joined in a carol [Joy to the World)], along with Fred and the Gentleman AND anyone else who wants to sing. After the song, the last narrator takes center stage, with Tiny Tim. The rest of the cast stands behind them. Be patient! This is the grand finale! Narrator #6: Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did not die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world. Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let them laugh, for he was wise enough to know that nothing ever happened on this globe at which some people did not have their fill of laughter His own heart laughed: and that was quite enough for him. It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Christmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, and all of us! And so, as Tiny Tim observed: Everyone: God Bless Us, Every One! Bow: 1. Gentleman, Belle, Old Joe, young boy, Old Fezziwig *GONG* 2. Fred, Sister and young Scrooge *GONG* 3. The Cratchit family *GONG* 4. Marley and Ghosts *GONG* 5. Carolers *GONG* 6. Scrooge *GONG* 16

17 God Rest ye Merry Gentlemen God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our Savior Was born on Christmas Day To save us all from Satan's pow r When we were gone astray Oh tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy In Bethlehem, in Israel This blessed Babe was born And laid within a manger Upon this blessed morn The which His Mother Mary Did nothing take in scorn Oh tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy God rest ye merry gentlemen Let nothing you dismay Remember Christ our Savior Was born on Christmas Day To save us all from Satan's pow'r When we were gone astray Oh tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy Oh tidings of comfort and joy O Come All Ye Faithful O Come All Ye Faithful Joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem. Come and behold Him, Born the King of Angels; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. O Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation, Sing all that hear in heaven God's holy word. Give to our Father glory in the Highest; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. All Hail! Lord, we greet Thee, Born this happy morning, O Jesus! for evermore be Thy name adored. Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing; O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord. 17

18 Carol of Bells Hark how the bells, Sweet silver bells, All seem to say, Throw cares away Christmas is here, Bringing good cheer, To young and old, Meek and the bold. Ding dong ding dong That is their song With joyful ring All caroling. One seems to hear Words of good cheer From everywhere Filling the air. Oh how they pound, Raising the sound, O'er hill and dale, Telling their tale. Gaily they ring While people sing Songs of good cheer, Christmas is here. Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas, Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas. Merry. Merry. Merry. Christmas, Merry Merry Chriiiiiiistmas. Joy to the World Joy to the World, the Lord is come! Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare Him room, And Heaven and nature sing, And Heaven and nature sing, And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing. Joy to the World, the Savior reigns! Let men their songs employ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat the sounding joy, Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy. No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground; He comes to make His blessings flow Far as the curse is found, Far as the curse is found, Far as, far as, the curse is found. He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of His righteousness, And wonders of His love, And wonders of His love, And wonders, wonders, of His love. 18

19 Hark! The Herald Angels Sing Hark the herald angels sing "Glory to the newborn king" Peace on earth, and mercy mild God and sinners reconciled Joyful all ye nations rise Join the triumph of the skies With angelic host proclaim Christ is born in Bethlehem Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn king Christ, by highest heaven adored Christ the everlasting Lord Late in time behold him come Offspring of the favored one Veiled in flesh, the God had seen Hail the incarnate deity Pleased, as man with men to dwell Jesus, our Emmanuel Hark the herald angels sing Glory to the newborn king STAGE B E D Graveyard Counting House, School House, Fezziwigs, Cratchit House, Old Joes p i a n o door Carolers 19

20 Costume, prop and set ideas 20

21 Characters Aztecs Mayas Incas Ebenezer Scrooge Bob Cratchit Nephew Fred The Gentleman Jacob Marley Ghost of Past Young Scrooge Young Boy Scrooge s Sister Old Fezziwig Belle Ghost of Present Mrs. Cratchit Tiny Tim Martha Cratchit Belinda Cratchit Peter Cratchit Ghost of YTC Old Joe Caroler #1 Caroler #2 Caroler #3 Caroler #4 Caroler #5 Caroler #6 Pianist Fiddler/violinist 21

22 Characters Ebenezer Scrooge Bob Cratchit Nephew Fred The Gentleman Jacob Marley Ghost of Past Young Scrooge Young Boy Scrooge s Sister Old Fezziwig Belle Ghost of Present Mrs. Cratchit Tiny Tim Martha Cratchit Belinda Cratchit Peter Cratchit Ghost of YTC Old Joe Caroler #1 Caroler #2 Caroler #3 Caroler #4 Caroler #5 Caroler #6 Pianist Fiddler/violinist Costumes and props Victorian formal, wig, cane and nightgown Victorian formal, quill and ink, coins Victorian formal, rosy cheeks Victorian formal, ledger Ghostly Victorian formal with chains White dress with fairy lights on head, extinguisher Victorian casual Street urchin, turkey Victorian casual or street urchin Victorian formal, glasses and white wig Victorian formal Green robe with torch and beard Victorian casual or street urchin Victorian casual or street urchin, crutch Victorian casual or street urchin Victorian casual or street urchin Victorian casual or street urchin Grim reaper Street urchin, bags of used cloth Victorian formal or casual, scarf Victorian formal or casual, scarf Victorian formal or casual, scarf Victorian formal or casual, scarf Victorian formal or casual, scarf Victorian formal or casual, scarf Victorian formal or casual Victorian formal or casual 22