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All I Want For Christmas

1st Gen.

 

(It’s Christmas time at the mall. Santa Clause sits on his chair.)

 

SANTA:    HO, HO, HO! Who’s next?

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(A boy walks up to Santa. He is big boy with a beard; he does not look like a kid. He plops down, causing Santa pain. Santa Leans forward and yells out of surprise. The boy stands up.)

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SANTA:    Ah! (composes self, and Santa chuckles) You’re a big boy!

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KEVIN:     Thank you…

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SANTA:    How old are you? 18? 19?

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KEVIN:      7. 

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SANTA:    (Surprised, then composes) Right, yes of course. That was my next guess. HO, HO, HO! Tell me you’re name little boy.

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KEVIN:      I’m Kevin. Can I sit on you now?

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SANTA:    (alarmed) No! I need my legs! (catches self) I mean, um, Why don’t you stand? That’s how everybody talks to Santa now. So tell me Kelvin, what would you like for Christmas?

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KEVIN:      Kevin.

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SANTA:    Yes, Kevin, HO, HO, HO!

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KEVIN:      I would like a bright red ball.

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SANTA:    Would you like anything else? (looks at Kevin who looks much older) Like a… 401K?

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KEVIN:     What?

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SANTA:    Nothing. Is there anything else you want?

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KEVIN:      I don’t think so… Wait! Yes, yes there is… I want a car. 

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SANTA:    A real one… or a…

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KEVIN:     A toy. I’m only seven.

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SANTA:    Yes! Of course! HO, HO, well isn’t it wonderful! Oh, I see the mall is closing and there is your Mommy and Daddy over there! Why don’t you run along Kroger.

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KEVIN:     Kevin.

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SANTA:    Kevin, Merry Christmas!

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KEVIN:     Bye Santa! 

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(Kevin exits)

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SANTA:    (Looking offstage) Hey, Jim, is that the last one? Okay, thanks. See you at church tonight.

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(Santa gets ready to leave and Tracie runs on stage)

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TRACIE:   Santa, Santa, you aren’t leaving are you? Am I too late?

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SANTA:    Well, actually I was about to… (goes back into Santa character) HO, HO, HO! Santa was just about to go back to the North Pole. But Santa always has time for little girls and boys. Why don’t you tell me what you want for Christmas. Now what’s your name?

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TRACIE:   Tracie.

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SANTA:    Okay, Tracie, what would you like?

 

(Tracie thinks)

 

SANTA:    Why doesn’t Santa guess what you want for Christmas! Do you want a bright red ball?

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(Tracie shakes her head no)

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SANTA:    Okay, how about a dollhouse.

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(Tracie shakes her head no)

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SANTA:    Well, how about a Teddy bear?

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TRACIE:   No, Santa, I don’t want any of those things.

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SANTA:    You don’t? Well why don’t you tell Santa what you want.

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TRACIE:   Well, those things are all very nice, but I only want one thing for Christmas. I want to feel better.

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SANTA:    Feel better? What do you mean?

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TRACIE:   You see, Santa, I’ve been sick lots and I have to go to the doctor all the time. They have to do tests to find out what’s wrong, and they use these really long needles and they hurt. I don’t like to go to the doctor so much. Since I’m sick, I can’t go to school, so I can’t see my friends and they can’t come see me.

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SANTA:    (caught off guard) Are you sure you don’t want anything else, like a puppy or something?   

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TRACIE:   Well, there is one more thing… for my parents. I want my mommy to be happy again. She cries a lot. And my daddy, he doesn’t know what to do so he just drives around for a while, and when he comes back they fight. They say it’s not because of me, but I really think it is. That’s all I want for Christmas this year.

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SANTA:    (disheartened) Okay, well, Merry Christmas little girl.

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TRACIE:   (smiles and begins to exit) Merry Christmas!

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SANTA:    Wait! Little girl, you know Santa can’t always give everybody, everything they want for Christmas.

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TRACIE:   Sure you can! You’re Santa Clause… You can do anything! 

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(Tracie exits)

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(music starts)

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SANTA:    God! I can’t do anything for her; I’ve never seen anything like this! Kids come in this mall everyday asking for a toy or something they want, but this is something she needs! God, I’m just a man. Only you can help her. Lord, you have to do something. She could die!

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(Tracie enters back in)

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TRACIE:   Santa, I wanted you to know, even if I don’t get what I want for Christmas, I’ll still believe in you.

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SANTA:    Tracie, sit down. See I can’t give you what you want because I’m just a man! But I know someone who can heal you. His name is Jesus. Even though we can’t always see Him or feel Him, he’s always there.

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TRACIE:   Can Jesus fix me?

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SANTA:    (Thinks that smiles) You know what Tracie, I believe He can. Jesus has been healing people since before I was born. He’s even brought people back to life!

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TRACIE:   Wow! Can he help my parents to stop fighting?

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SANTA:    Yes He can. All you have to do is ask Him, and believe.

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TRACIE:   Oh, I believe!

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SANTA:    (Smiles) I know you do, Tracie. Can I pray for you?

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TRACIE:   Okay.

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SANTA:    Dear Lord Jesus, I just come before you and I ask right now, because I know that you’re the only one who can do this, that you would heal Tracie and make her well. Even though we can’t always see you, we know you’re there. And that you will heal her. Please Lord, I ask this in Jesus name. Amen.

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TRACIE:   (excited) Thanks Santa! I can’t wait to tell my mom and Dad what Santa Clause gave me! 

 

SANTA:    No, Tracie, I didn’t give you healing. Only Jesus can do that.

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TRACIE:   Yeah, but you gave me Jesus! (shouts as she exits) I’m not sick anymore!

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(Tracie exits. Santa waves and says HO HO HO, then smiles)

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SANTA:    Thank you, God! You know how I know you healed her? Because she believed without a doubt that you would.

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THE END