THE SECRET SANTA

SCRIPTURE VERSE - ACTS 20:35
IT IS MORE BLESSED TO GIVE THAN TO RECEIVE

CAST OF CHARACTERS

MOM - WEARING REGULAR CLOTHES, ONE SHOE, ONE FUZZY SLIPPER, ANKLE WRAPPED IN ACE BANDAGE.

TIM - (SON) - WEARING REGULAR CLOTHES, CARRYING A SKATEBOARD.

PROPS: COUCH, COFFEE TABLE, CATALOG, ACE BANDAGE, SAFETY PIN TO SECURE ACE BANDAGE, SKATEBOARD, RED BIKE, ONE FUZZY SLIPPER, CHRISTMAS TREE BEHIND COUCH, ONE CRUTCH.

SCRIPT

Enter Mom - hobbles to sofa, leaning on crutch.  Gingerly lowers herself to couch and leans crutch against the couch.  Props her foot on the coffee table.  Ouch!

Mom - repositions her foot, sighs, leans head back against couch and closes her eyes.

Enter Tim carrying a skateboard - plops down on couch next to Mom and put skateboard on coffee table.

Tim - Hi, Mom.

Mom - Eyes still closed - Hi, Tim.   What have you been up to?

Tim - Pokes his mother in the ribs - she opens her eyes.

Tim - Points to the skateboard smiling - I've been riding my skateboard.

Mom - Groans - Take it away!   I never want to see another skateboard.

Tim - Laughs - Well, if you hadn't decided to ride down dead man's hill on this thing, you probably wouldn't feel that way.

Mom - Ho! Ho! Ho!

Tim - Seriously, Mom.  What were you thinking?

Mom - I don't know.  It just looked like it might be fun to ride a skateboard so I thought I would give it a try.

Tim - Crosses his arms over his chest and sulks - Well no one else's Mom rides a skateboard.

Tim - Besides, you could have gotten hurt!

Mom - Exxxxxxxxxcusse me...what do you call a sprained ankle?

Tim - I'm sorry you hurt your foot, Mom.

Mom - Thanks, honey.

Tim - Good thing you had your cell phone with you.

Mom - Yeah, lying face first in the Mayor's yard howling in pain was a good reason to dial 911.

Mom - I still don't know why the paramedics were laughing though.

Tim - They were laughing because you had grass stuck in your teeth and there were sticks in your hair.  You looked like a scarecrow, Mom.

Mom - How embarrassing.  I will never ride a skateboard again!

Tim - Good.  So, are you ready to go?

Mom - Go where?

Tim - To Toys R A Must - Remember you promised to take me shopping for a bike.

Mom - I can't drive, Tim.   (Points to foot)  The doctor said I can't drive for at least two weeks.

Tim - But, Mom...you promised.   If we wait two weeks it will be too late...Christmas will be over!

Mom - Never fear, dear!  I have a plan.

Tim - Not another one - looks at her suspiciously - please tell me your plan doesn't include a skateboard.

Mom - No, my plan involves a catalog.  Picks up the catalog that has been hidden next to her in the couch.

Tim - A catalog?  Do they sell bikes in that catalog?

Mom - Yep!

Tim - Red ones?

Mom - Yep!

Tim - With fat tires and black handles bars?

Mom - Yep!

Tim - With a matching helmet?

Mom - Tiiiiimmmmm.  Trust me.   This catalog has the exact same bike you saw at the toy store.  (Opens catalog, flips pages and points.)  See.  There it is!

Tim - That's the one!  You're awesome, Mom....but will it get here in time for Christmas?

Mom - Yes, dear.  They promised to deliver it on Christmas Eve...fully assembled and ready to go.

Tim - Oh man, this is going to be the best Christmas ever.

(fade to black.)

Lights come back up.  Mom and Tim are walking across the stage slowly pushing a red bike.  Mom is hobbling on a crutch.  Tim is singing Jingle Bells.

Tim - It's Christmas Eve, Mom.

Mom - Laughs - Really?  I hadn't noticed.

Tim - Awww, Mom. 

Mom - Stops center stage - Tim, are you sure you want to do this?

Tim - I'm sure.  Sings louder.

Mom - Tim you saved the money from your paper route to buy this bike. 

Tim - It's okay, Mom.  I know what I'm doing.

Mom - But, Tim.  This is the bike you wanted.

Tim - I know...but Sam told me his dad lost his job and they don't have much money.

Tim - Anyway, I have bike.   It's dented from the last time you rode it Mom, but I think we can get it fixed.

Mom - Laughs - I did enjoy that bike ride.

Tim - Laughs - You worry me, Mom.

Mom - (looks up)  We better hurry, it's starting to snow.

Mom - Which house is it?

Tim - That white house down the street.  The one with the green shutters.

Mom - So how are we going to do this?

Tim - I think I will just run up to the house, put the bike on the porch, ring the bell and run.

Mom - Maybe I better wait here.   I don't think I will be much good at running (points to crutch).

Tim - Good idea.  Wish me luck...sure hope he doesn't catch me.  I don't want him to know I was the one that gave him the bike.

Mom - You'll be fine honey...just run fast.

Tim - Ok..here I go. 

Mom - Wait, Tim.  Have I told you how proud I am of you?

Tim - Awww gee, Mom.  You're embarrassing me.  I gotta go!  (Runs off stage with the bike)

Mom - Looks up at the sky and smiles - This really is the best Christmas ever.  (Softly sings jingle bells.)

(fade to black)

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