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Even the stage directions and +the descriptions of scenery are presented as a part of the narrative. +At the same time, by the use of different styles of type, the speeches +of the characters are clearly distinguished from the rest of the text, +an arrangement which will be found convenient when parts are being +memorized for acting. +</p> +<p> +The play has been acted more than once, and by different groups of +people; sometimes on a stage equipped with footlights, curtain, and +scenery; sometimes with barely any of these aids. Practical suggestions +as to costumes, scenery, and some simple scenic effects will be found +at the end of the play. +</p> +<p> +What sort of a Christmas play do the boys and girls like, and in what +sort do we like to see them take part? It should be a play, surely, in +which the dialogue is simple and natural, not stilted and artificial; +one that seems like a bit of real life, and yet has plenty of fancy and +imagination in it; one that suggests and helps to perpetuate some of +the happy and wholesome customs of Christmas; above all, one that is +pervaded by the Christmas spirit. I hope that this play does not +entirely fail to meet these requirements. +</p> +<p> +Worcester, Mass. +</p> +<p style="text-align: right;"> +SHEPHERD KNAPP. +</p> + +<hr /> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + Down the Chimney +</h2> +<h3> +The First Scene +</h3> + +<p> +<i>Now the curtain opens, and you see the Roof of a House, just as +Mother Goose promised. Keep your eyes open to see what will happen next, +for here comes</i> JACK FROST, <i>who is dressed all in white. He walks +with a quick and nimble step, and this is what he says</i>: +</p> +<p> +Would you believe from the look of things, that to-morrow is Christmas? +There is not a flake of snow anywhere. This roof is as clear as it is +in summer. These pine trees, whose boughs hang over the roof, are all +green. The chimney has not even an icicle on it. I hear people saying +that we have no old-fashioned winters any more. Even old Mother Cary +said to me the other day, "Jack Frost," said she, "when are you going +to give them a real snow-storm?" But I told her not to be impatient: +I would attend to it all in good time. And when I do begin, it doesn't +take me long to get up a fine old storm, I can tell you. <i>Now he walks +up to the Chimney, and knocks on the side of it</i>. Say, old fellow. +<i>He waits a moment; then knocks again</i>. Wake up there. <i>He waits +a moment; then knocks again</i>. Wake up, I say. +</p> +<p> +<i>And now—would you believe it?—the Chimney opens, first, one of his +eyes, then the other; and then his mouth and nose appear together. Each +of his eyes is exactly the shape and size of one brick. So is his nose. +And his mouth is as long as two bricks side by side. They all turn a +very bright red, when they appear, as though light were shining through +them.</i> +</p> +<p> +JACK FROST <i>goes on talking</i>: What do you mean, Mr. Chimney, by +going to sleep in winter, I'd like to know? Summer is the time for you +chimneys to go to sleep; but in winter when the people in the houses +have their fires burning, you ought to keep wide awake, so as to carry +off the smoke; don't you know that? Sleepy head! You ought to be ashamed +of yourself. +</p> +<p> +THE CHIMNEY <i>answers</i>: Nothing of the sort. Have you forgotten what +night this is, Jack Frost? Don't you know that this is Christmas Eve, +when the fires are all put out, so that Santa Claus can climb down +without getting burned? That's why I was taking a little nap. See? <i>He +winks with one eye.</i> +</p> +<p> +JACK FROST <i>says</i>: Oh, that's it, is it? Well, that's true enough. +I hadn't thought of old Santa Claus. He'll be here before long, +probably. +</p> +<p> +Yes, too soon, <i>says</i> THE CHIMNEY; for I haven't had my sleep half +out, and here you are, keeping me awake for nothing. With your kind +permission, I'll take another forty winks. +</p> +<p> +<i>And now his eyes close, then his nose and mouth disappear, and in a +moment he is sound asleep again.</i> +</p> +<p> +Lazy old fellow! <i>exclaims</i> JACK FROST. Well, I must get to work if +we are to have a real old-fashioned storm before morning. And first for +some wind. Where are those Wind Fairies, I wonder? They ought to be here +by now. <i>He puts his hands beside his mouth, and calls in a high +voice:</i> Hoo—oo! Hoo—oo! +</p> +<p> +THE WIND FAIRIES <i>are heard from far, far away, calling in answer:</i> +Hoo-oo! Hoo-oo! +</p> +<p> +JACK FROST, <i>as soon as he hears them, says joyfully:</i> There they +are. They'll be here in a second. +</p> +<p> +<i>And now you can hear the Wind Fairies coming gradually nearer, making +the wind-noise as the come, like this:</i> +</p> +<p class="quote"> + z—z—z z—z—z z—Z—Z—Z—z—z—z<br /> + z—z—z z—z—z z—Z—Z—Z—z—z—z +</p> +<p> +<i>This grows louder and louder, till suddenly in come the Wind Fairies, +running. They are all in gray; they have on gray peaked caps, gray capes +which comes down to their knees, and long gray stockings; and they have +gray masks over the upper parts of their faces. The Fairies stop short +before Jack Frost, and make him a low bow. Then they sing their song, +which is called</i> +</p> +<center> +THE SONG OF THE WIND FAIRIES<a href="#note-1" name="noteref-1"><small>1</small></a> +</center> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Do you hear us blow, in our coats of gray? </p> +<p class="i2"> Do you hear us blow, till the trees rock and sway? </p> +<p class="i2"> Do you hear us blow—for from far, far away </p> +<p class="i2"> We have come with a storm for your Christmas. </p> +</div> +</div> + +<center> REFRAIN </center> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Oh, the sound of the wind is strange for to hear; </p> +<p class="i2"> And the breath of the wind, it is cold and clear; </p> +<p class="i2"> You'll hear us blow, as we fly thro' the air, </p> +<p class="i2"> And we've brought you a storm for your Christmas. </p> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> You can hear us sigh at the window-pane; </p> +<p class="i2"> And we moan and cry in the snow and the rain. </p> +<p class="i2"> Then away we fly, for we may not remain, </p> +<p class="i2"> But we leave you a storm for your Christmas. </p> +</div> +</div> + +<center> REFRAIN </center> + +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Oh, the sound of the wind is strange for to hear; </p> +<p class="i2"> And the breath of the wind, it is cold and clear; </p> +<p class="i2"> You'll hear us blow, as we fly thro' the air, </p> +<p class="i2"> And we've brought you a storm for your Christmas. </p> +</div> +</div> + +<p> +<i>As soon as the song is over, off run the Wind Fairies, making the +wind-noise as they go, which grows fainter and fainter as they get +further and further away, like this</i> +</p> +<p class="quote"> + Z—Z—Z—z—z—z z—z—z z—z—z<br /> + Z—Z—Z—z—z—z z—z—z z—z—z +</p> +<p> +<i>When the sound of the wind has quite died away</i>, THE CHIMNEY +<i>opens one eye, and speaking slowly and sleepily, says:</i> Look here, +Jack, something's going on in my inside. <i>He opens the other eye, and +his nose and mouth appear. He speaks more briskly</i>: It feels as +though there were something hot in there. Do you suppose those stupid +people in the house down below have forgotten all about Santa Claus, and +are lighting the fire on the hearth? I believe they are. I wish you'd +just climb up on my shoulder, and shout down to them to stop. Do: +there's a good fellow. +</p> +<p> +JACK FROST <i>climbs up, puts his head over the chimney, then draws back +coughing</i>. Fire? <i>cries he</i>. I should say there was, and smoke, +too; enough to choke a locomotive. <i>He cautiously peers down</i>. +Hello there, you people, put that fire out. Do you hear? Put it out. +Santa Claus is coming. Do you hear what I say? SANTA CLAUS IS COMING. +Put out that fire. +</p> +<p> +<i>There is a pause; then a hissing sound, loud at first, then dying +away, like this</i>: +</p> +<p class="quote"> + S—S—S—s—s—s—s—s—s +</p> +<p> +There! <i>says</i> JACK FROST, they've thrown a pitcherful of water on +it. <i>He climbs down from the chimney</i>. +</p> +<p> +THE CHIMNEY, <i>who has now grown sleepy again, says to him, in a voice +that grows fainter and fainter</i>: Thank you, my dear fellow: +you—real—ly (<i>Here one eye closes</i>) are—ver—y—ki—<i>And he +never finishes the sentence, for the other eye closes, and the nose and +mouth "go out" at the same moment.</i> +</p> +<p> +Asleep again, I declare, says JACK FROST, <i>with disgust</i>. Well, now +for the Snow Fairies. +</p> +<p> +<i>He walks to the edge of the roof at one side, and blows a shrill +blast on a whistle. Almost at once snow begins to fall from the sky, +slowly at first, then more and more. Jack Frost looks up at it and nods +his head approvingly. When it is snowing very hard, in come on tip-toe, +very softly, the Snow Fairies, dressed in snowy white, with white hoods +and muffs. Some of them quietly spread snow on the boughs of the trees, +taking it out of their muffs; others hang flakes on the Chimney, in such +a way as to make eyebrows, mustache, and beard for the face. But this +doesn't show at first, because the Chimney is still asleep. Then the +Fairies, standing in front of the Chimney, so that they hide it, sing +their song, which is called</i> +</p> +<center> +THE SONG OF THE SNOW FAIRIES<a href="#note-2" name="noteref-2"><small>2</small></a> +</center> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> When children go to bed at night, </p> +<p class="i2"> We fairies come with snow-flakes white; </p> +<p class="i2"> Cover the earth, silent and still; </p> +<p class="i2"> House-top, and tree-top, and field and hill. </p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> When children wake at morning light, </p> +<p class="i2"> They find the world all snowy white. </p> +<p class="i2"> Where, then, are we? Who of you know? </p> +<p class="i2"> Cosily tucked in our beds of snow. </p> +</div> +</div> + +<p> +THE CHIMNEY, <i>who is still hidden behind the Snow Fairies, wakes up +while they are singing the last line, and calls out</i>: What's this, +I'd like to know? Who's been decorating my face? +</p> +<p> +<i>The Snow Fairies stand back on either side, so that his face can now +be seen, with its white eyebrows and mustache and beard, all made of +snow-flakes; and he goes on talking in a jolly voice</i>: Oh, you sly +ones, you are at your old tricks. Well, well, I'm really glad to see +you. It seems like old times to have snow at Christmas. Now don't mind +me; go on with your work; cover me up with your snowflakes as much as +you choose—eyes, nose, mouth, and all; I don't mind it a bit. +</p> +<p> +<i>So the Snow Fairies, moving softly about, hang more snow-flakes on +the chimney, even over his eyes and nose and mouth, which show dimly +through the snow. His eyes blink now and then.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>And now, sleigh-bells are heard in the distance.</i> +</p> +<p> +Hark! <i>cries</i> JACK FROST. +</p> +<p> +<i>They all listen: the bells are still heard, a little nearer.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Then</i> JACK FROST <i>continues</i>: There comes Santa Claus, sure +enough. Let's give the old fellow a surprise. Here! All hide behind the +Chimney. +</p> +<p> +<i>Very quickly, but very quietly, too, they all hide. The sleigh-bells +come nearer and nearer, till they seem to be just outside: then they +stop, and a voice, which plainly belongs to</i> SANTA CLAUS, +<i>says</i>: Whoa! Quiet, Prancer! Blitzen, stand still there! +</p> +<p> +<i>And now Santa Claus himself appears, with his pack of toys. He walks +to the middle of the roof, and sets down the pack.</i> +</p> +<p> +It certainly is getting cold, <i>says</i> SANTA CLAUS <i>to himself. For +he does not see Jack Frost and the Snow Fairies, who are hidden behind +the Chimney. He goes on talking</i>: And what a lot of snow there is +about here. It is really like the Christmas eves we used to have fifty +years ago. My pack seems to be coming undone. <i>He stoops to fix +it.</i> I should hate to have it burst open, while I was going down the +Chimney. +</p> +<p> +<i>Now the Snow Fairies have come out from behind the Chimney, and are +stealing up behind him on tip-toe. When they are quite close, they throw +great handfuls of snow at him. He starts up, surprised, but bursts into +a great laugh</i>: +</p> +<p> +Ho! ho! ho! This is a fine way to treat an old man! <i>says</i> SANTA +CLAUS. Ho! ho! ho! ho! This is fine fun indeed! Hello, Jack Frost, is +that you? And how are you, my little roley-poley snow-balls? White and +light as ever, I see. And you've made me all white too, but not very +light, I fear. Well, well, be off with you, for I must go down the +Chimney. +</p> +<p> +<i>He bows to the Chimney, whose eyes blink through the snow.</i> +</p> +<p> +Good evening, my old friend, <i>says</i> SANTA CLAUS. YOU are enjoying +good health, I hope. May I climb down inside of you as usual? +</p> +<p> +THE CHIMNEY <i>answers, in a muffled voice, because he is so covered up +with snow</i>: Go ahead, Santa, I'm used to it. +</p> +<p> +<i>So Santa Claus climbs to the top of the Chimney, steps over, and +after throwing a kiss to the Snow Fairies, who return it, he goes down +out of sight.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>And that is the end of the First Scene.</i> +</p> +<hr /> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + THE INTERLUDE +</h2> +<p> +<i>Again, before the Second Scene begins</i>, MOTHER GOOSE <i>comes out +in front of the curtain and this is what she says</i>: +</p> +<p> +Well, my dears, I hope you are enjoying my little Play. And what do you +suppose comes next? Wouldn't you like to see who lives down inside that +house, where the chimney was; and what they were doing while Jack Frost +and the others were up on the roof, and whether they heard the Wind +Fairies; and whether they knew that the Snow Fairies had come; and how +they came to make that mistake, lighting a fire in the fireplace where +Santa Claus had come down? Well, that is just what the next scene is to +be about. Last time we were up on the roof; this time we shall be down +in the Room, in front of the fire-place. So be still and listen +carefully, for now it is going to begin. +</p> +<hr /> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + The Second Scene +</h2> +<p> +<i>When the curtain opens this time, you can see into the Room of the +House, just as Mother Goose promised. Notice that on one side of the +fire-place is a window with curtains drawn, on the other, a washstand +with howl and pitcher. In front, on right and left, are two large beds. +In the middle of the room, with her hack to the fire-place, the +Grandmother is seated on a low chair, and about her in a half-circle on +stools, sit the eight grandchildren, four girls and four boys, all in +their night-clothes and wrappers.</i> +</p> +<p> +ISABEL <i>begins by asking</i>: Grandmother, how old are you? +</p> +<p> +GRANDMOTHER <i>replies</i>: How old do you think, my dear? +</p> +<p> +ISABEL <i>guesses</i>: A hundred? +</p> +<p> +Almost, <i>says</i> GRANDMOTHER: Why, I can remember when all your +mothers and fathers were little boys and girls like you. Your mother, +Margaret and Sally, and your father, Jack and Tom and Helen, and your +father, Isabel, and your mother, Ned and Frank, were my little boys and +girls, you know; and on Christmas Eve I used to sit with them in the +nursery, just as I am sitting with you now. That is why I told them +to go downstairs and leave me alone with you for a little while +tonight—for the sake of old times. Yes, they used to sit around me +just like this, and then I used to tell them a story. +</p> +<p> +A story! A story! <i>cry</i> ALL THE CHILDREN. +</p> +<p> +<i>And</i> GRANDMOTHER <i>says</i>: Shall I tell you one? <i>The +children all nod</i>. Let me think, <i>says she</i>. +</p> +<p> +<i>The Wind Fairies are heard outside, making the wind-noise, like +this</i>: +</p> +<p class="quote"> + z—z—z z—z—z z—Z—Z—Z—z—z—z<br /> + z—z—z z—z—z z—Z—Z—Z—z—z—z +</p> +<p> +GRANDMOTHER <i>listens to them, then begins her story</i>: Well, once +there was a wicked king, who didn't like cold weather; so he sent his +soldiers, and told them to catch all the cold Wind Fairies and— +</p> +<p> +TOM <i>interrupts her to ask</i>: Are there really Wind Fairies, Grandmother? +</p> +<p> +GRANDMOTHER <i>answers</i>: Of course there are. I think I heard them a +moment ago. Listen! +</p> +<p> +<i>They all listen. The Wind Fairies are heard outside, like this</i>: +</p> +<p class="quote"> + z—z—z z—z—z z—Z—Z—Z—z—z—z +</p> +<p> +Do you hear them? <i>asks</i> GRANDMOTHER. <i>The children all nod</i>. +Yes, <i>she continues, going on with the story</i>, the king told his +soldiers to catch all the Wind Fairies, and all the Snow Fairies, and +Jack Frost himself, and to lock them all up in prison. +</p> +<p> +And did the soldiers do it? <i>asks</i> HELEN. +</p> +<p> +Yes, <i>answers</i> GRANDMOTHER. They locked up all of them except one +little Wind Fairy, and he was so small and so quick, that they couldn't +catch him; and what do you suppose he did? He rattled the windows so +hard that the king couldn't sleep, and he blew so hard down the chimney +and through the cracks around the doors, that he blew out all the lights +in the king's house, and gave the king such a bad cold in his head, +that— +</p> +<p> +<i>Here Grandmother herself sneezes. And the Wind Fairies are heard +outside, like this</i>: +</p> +<p class="quote"> + z—z—z z—z—z z—Z—Z—Z—z—z—z +</p> +<p> +How the wind does blow tonight, <i>says</i> GRANDMOTHER. Children, it +seems to me very cold in this room. <i>She looks around to see what +makes it so chilly.</i> Why, bless me, <i>she says</i>, they have forgotten +to light the fire. <i>She rises, the children also, and they all go +toward the fire-place.</i> Frank, <i>says</i> GRANDMOTHER, hand me the matches. +<i>He brings them. She stoops at the hearth, the children standing +around, and soon a bright glow appears and is seen to dance about.</i> +There, that will soon make a fine blaze, <i>says she.</i> Hold up your +hands, children, and warm them. +</p> +<p> +<i>But suddenly from up the chimney comes the voice of</i> JACK FROST: +Hello there, you people, put that fire out. <i>Grandmother and the +children are startled.</i> Do you hear? <i>shouts</i> JACK FROST. Put it +out. Santa Claus is coming. Do you hear what I say? SANTA CLAUS IS +COMING. Put out that fire. +</p> +<p> +Why, children, <i>cries</i> GRANDMOTHER, I had forgotten all about that. +Quick! We must indeed put the fire out at once. Ned, bring me that +pitcher of water. +</p> +<p> +<i>He brings it; she throws the water on the fire. The glow disappears +and a great hissing sound is heard, loud at first, then dying away, like +this</i>: +</p> +<p class="quote"> +S—S—S—s—s—s—s—s—s—s—s—s—s—s +</p> +<p> +There! <i>says</i> GRANDMOTHER. It is quite out, you see. And now, you +must hang up your stockings, quickly, and hurry into bed. <i>A shrill +whistle is heard outside</i>. What was that? GRANDMOTHER <i>asks</i>. +</p> +<p> +It sounded like a whistle out of doors, <i>answers</i> MARGARET; <i>and +she goes to the window and looks out.</i> Why, Grandmother, <i>says +she</i>, it's beginning to snow. +</p> +<p> +Good! <i>says</i> GRANDMOTHER. That will make it easier for Santa Claus +to get here in his sleigh. So make haste with your stockings, and then, +before you get into bed, we will read from the Good Book about what +happened on the first Christmas night so many, many years ago. +</p> +<p> +<i>They bring their stockings and hang them in a row over the +fire-place. Meantime Grandmother has taken the big Bible, and seated +herself in the low chair in the middle of the room. The children, when +the stockings are hung, group themselves beside her, standing, looking +over her shoulders, her arms around some of them. Then</i> GRANDMOTHER +<i>reads</i>: +</p> +<p> +And there were shepherds in the same country abiding in the field, and +keeping watch by night over their flock. And an angel of the Lord stood +by them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them; and they were +sore afraid. +</p> +<p> +And the angel said unto them, "Be not afraid; for, behold, I bring you +good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all the people. For there +is born to you this day in the city of David a Saviour, who is Christ +the Lord. And this shall be the sign unto you: Ye shall find a babe +wrapped in swaddling clothes, and lying in a manger?" +</p> +<p> +And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host +praising God, and saying, "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth +peace, good will toward men." +</p> +<p> +And it came to pass, when the angels went away from them into heaven, +the shepherds said one to another, "Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, +and see this thing that is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known +to us." +</p> +<p> +And they came with haste, and found Mary and Joseph, and the babe lying +in the manger. +</p> +<p> +<i>Then</i> GRANDMOTHER <i>closes the Book</i>. And now your prayers, +<i>says she</i>. +</p> +<p> +<i>They all kneel down for a few moments, the boys by the bed on the +right, the girls by the bed on the left. Then they rise and climb into +the beds.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>But</i> SALLY <i>has a question to ask</i>: May we sing one song, +Grandmother, before we go to sleep? +</p> +<p> +<i>And</i> GRANDMOTHER <i>answers</i>, Well, just one. +</p> +<p> +<i>Then sitting up in the bed, they sing the dear old song, that is +called</i> +</p> +<center> +THE CAROL OF CHRISTMAS NIGHT +</center> +<div class="poem"> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Holy night! peaceful night! </p> +<p class="i2"> All is dark save the light </p> +<p class="i2"> Yonder where they sweet vigil keep </p> +<p class="i2"> O'er the Babe, who in silent sleep </p> +<p class="i2"> Rests in heavenly peace. </p> +</div> +<div class="stanza"> +<p class="i2"> Silent night! holiest night! </p> +<p class="i2"> Darkness flies; all is light! </p> +<p class="i2"> Shepherds hear the angels sing, </p> +<p class="i2"> "Hallelujah! Hail the King! </p> +<p class="i2"> Christ, the Saviour, is here, </p> +<p class="i2"> Jesus, the Saviour, is here." </p> +</div> +</div> + +<p> +<i>When the song is finished, they all lie down. Grandmother tucks the +bed-clothes about their shoulders, and goes out. Soon they are all +asleep.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Then a faint sound of sleigh-bells is heard on the roof.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>Then all is quiet for a moment.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>And THEN Santa Claus comes down the chimney, and steps out +into the room. Silently he looks at both beds, full of sleeping +children, turning his pocket flash light on them, so as to see them +better. He counts the children in each bed. Then he counts the stockings +hanging by the fire-place to be sure they are all there. Next he fills +each of the stockings, taking the toys out of his pack. Then he takes +his empty bag, and, after looking once more at the children, he +disappears up the Chimney.</i> +</p> +<p> +<i>And this is the end of the Play</i>. +</p> +<hr /> +<a name="h2H_4_0005" id="h2H_4_0005"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + Characters And Costumes +</h2> +<p> +MOTHER GOOSE—The conventional costume; full skirt, peaked hat, cane, +spectacles, mits. It is effective for her to draw her lips tight over +her teeth so that her speech is that of a toothless old woman. +</p> +<p> +JACK FROST—All in white, decorated with tinsel, tall peaked cap, white +gloves. +</p> +<p> +THE CHIMNEY—No costume; for he sits inside the chimney throughout. +</p> +<p> +THE WIND FAIRIES—Four little boys, all in gray, capes, caps, +half-masks, long stockings. +</p> +<p> +THE SNOW FAIRIES—Four little girls, all in white, capes or coats, +hoods, muffs. The muffs full of loose cotton, which they use as snow, +to hang on trees and chimney, and to throw at Santa Claus. +</p> +<p> +SANTA CLAUS—The conventional costume; white hair and beard; pack, with +few toys protruding from the top. +</p> +<p> +THE GRANDMOTHER—Gray hair, lace cap, gray or black dress. +</p> +<p> +THE GRANDCHILDREN—Four boys in pajamas, with wrappers over them; four +girls in night dresses with kimonos over them. +</p> +<a name="h2H_4_0006" id="h2H_4_0006"><!-- H2 anchor --></a> + +<div style="height: 4em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<h2> + Scenery And Scenic Effects +</h2> +<h3> + SCENE I. +</h3> +<p> +The Chimney, which must be large enough to hold two people, one of them +Santa Claus with his pack of toys, may consist of a light frame covered +with turkey red cambric and backed with cardboard or heavy paper. +The cambric should be marked off into bricks. The face is produced by +cutting away the cardboard or paper backing behind two bricks for the +eyes, one for the nose and two together for the mouth. Boxes must cover +these openings on the inside, one for each eye and a larger one for +mouth and nose together. In these three boxes are three electric lights +which can be turned on and off independently by the boy inside the +chimney. Dry batteries have been used when an electric current was not +available. The light shining through the cambric makes the face. Turning +off, and on again, the light behind one of the eyes makes the chimney +wink, etc. Small hooks or nails, sticking out above the eyes, under the +nose, and under the mouth, should be provided to hold the snow which the +fairies hang on to represent eyebrows, mustache and beard. +</p> +<p> +The background and flies for this scene should be made of black cambric, +dull side out, and a dim light should be used, blue or green preferable, +so distributed as not to throw shadows on the "sky." +</p> +<p> +The trees may be real spruces or pines, or may be painted, or may be +made of green cambric touched up with paint or charcoal. +</p> +<p> +The wind noise is made by some one behind the scenes, preferably not the +Wind Fairies themselves. It should be plainly heard. The same applies to +the sound of water thrown on the fire. +</p> +<p> +If accompaniment is desired for the songs, a violin gives a better +effect than a piano. +</p> +<p> +The effect of falling snow is produced by a simple machine, consisting +of a connected series of perforated cardboard boxes suspended from a +cord or wire, and filled with finely cut paper. At one end they are +attached to a wire spring, and by a cord at the other end they are +shaken, so as to make the paper snow shower down. Such a machine may be +bought for a small sum from firms dealing in Sunday School supplies. +Two of them used together are more adequate than one. +</p> +<h3> +SCENE II. +</h3> +<p> +It is not necessary to use real beds. Boards on low horses or boxes +will make excellent substitutes, and a strip of cloth will conceal their +structure. An advantage of this plan is that they need not be as long +as regulation beds. Four children to a bed means packing them like +sardines, but it can be done, and it always amuses the audience. +</p> +<p> +The effect of a fire on the hearth can be made by quick motions +with an ever-ready flashlight operated from behind. The children and +Grandmother, standing in front, allow but an imperfect view of the +fire-place, so that the illusion is easy to produce. The fireplace, +however, may be a real one, if that is more convenient. In that case the +flashlight must be operated by one of the children, kneeling in front of +the fire-place; and when Santa Claus enters the room must be absolutely +dark, so that he will first be seen when he turns on his flashlight, as +he crouches before the fire-place, having apparently just come down the +chimney. +</p> +<p> +If candies or gifts are to be distributed to children in the audience, +as when this play is used as the Christmas entertainment of a Sunday +School, Mother Goose may come out again, as soon as the curtain closes +after the second scene, and speak as follows: +</p> +<p> +Well, my dear children, my little Play for you is finished, and I hope +you liked it. There is just one thing left to be said. Those little boys +and girls whom you saw asleep in their beds found that Santa Claus had +not only put into their stockings presents for THEM, but also left +something for YOU; and what do you suppose it was? A box of candy for +each one of you, and if you will sit still a moment longer, the curtain +will open again, and the candy will be handed to you. And so, my dears, +as I say Good-night, I wish you all (or I hope you have all had) a Merry +Christmas and (wish you) a Happy New Year. +</p> + + +<div style="height: 6em;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> + +<a name="note-1"><!--Note--></a> +<p class="foot"> +<u>1</u> (<a href="#noteref-1">return</a>)<br /> +To the tune "<i>D' ye ken John Peel?</i>" +</p> +<a name="note-2"><!--Note--></a> +<p class="foot"> +<u>2</u> (<a href="#noteref-2">return</a>)<br /> +To the tune of Schumann's "<i>Kindernacht.</i>" +</p> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 14785 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + diff --git a/14785-h/images/illust01.png b/14785-h/images/illust01.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a53a87 --- /dev/null +++ b/14785-h/images/illust01.png |
