• Sheila Harkins

The Night Before Christmas

During this skit (based on the famous poem below), one narrator will be doing the entire poem as a monologue--they will be in a comfy/cosy/Christmas-y room on the side of the stage. Meanwhile, as the monologue begins to go to darker places, there will be scenes acted out in shadows behind a screen. These scenes with red lighting will make a stark contrast with the Christmas scene and the lightness that the poem starts off with. The word FEAR will be posted at the back of the stage in large letters by the shadow actors at the end of the drama and before the dance team.

Set: couch/love seat, carpet, Christmas tree


Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

Everything was cozy and my heart felt so light,

As I got ready for sugarplum dreams in the night,

Before I could settle down for a long winter’s nap,

I just had to take one more peep at my app.

Scene 1 (break up)

The first thing I saw was like a punch in the gut,

Two very good friends had just broken up.

One was heartbroken, shaken to the core.

The other just acted like she didn’t care anymore.

And, there on Instagram there arose such a clatter,

Everyone seemed to have an opinion on the matter.

What drama! What comments! What passionate emotion!

I hoped I would never be in the middle of such commotion.

Scene 2 (refugee arrest)

Scrolling along, I looked for posts of Christmas cheer

Instead, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a very sad post from a refugee girl I had met--

(Her friendship was one good thing from my Capstone project!)

But now I felt sad as I read the words from my friend

Whose days of freedom had come to an end.

I read of the raid and the fear and the gloom,

And how she was packed with 100 others in a room.

I couldn’t imagine and I didn’t want to believe

Such happenings taking place right here on Christmas Eve.

I quickly scrolled on, quite determined to find

Some Christmas joy to help ease my mind.

Scene 3 (bombing in convenience store)

But a post jumped out that increased my heartbeat--

A bombing situation at the 7/11 down the street.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

I tore open the shutter and threw up the sash.

I looked out at the city with all the twinkling lights,

But the sirens I heard indicated that all was not right.

What evil! What sadness! And, I couldn’t help but think

What if I had gone out to buy chips and a drink?

Suddenly, my world seemed dark and full of dread,

I had hoped for Christmas joy, but fears were piling up, instead.

The world felt shaky, a very unstable place to be

Then I thought that texting my best friend was sure to calm me.

Scene 4 (sick family member)

However, she also had bad news to share,

Her father had fainted, they had quite a scare.

She was at the hospital--the tests had not come out okay,

Her father would be in the hospital on Christmas Day.

Her world was imploding, he wasn’t sure what to do,

And, as far as what to say to him, I hadn’t a clue!

What if it is cancer? What if her father died?

Life could change so quickly; I just wanted to hide.

Scene 5 (Suicide scene)

I saw my cousin’s pic of her family, taken in France,

It looked so magical, if you just took a quick glance.

But I knew that she had tried to kill herself just weeks ago,

And, that she was still in recovery and that it was slow.

I knew life had just gotten too much for her to bear,

As she sunk down in the depths of dark despair.

The close brush of death came too close this time around

And, just in the nick of time she had been found.

Their smiling faces looked so happy and jolly,

Next to the chimney and the wreath of bells and holly.

But I knew life was fragile and depression lurked near.

And, my own insecurities grew as my heart filled with fear.

Scene 6 (riots in city)

Oh to escape from the drama, the sickness, the brawls.

To dash away, dash away, dash away from it all.

I took a deep breath and thought about our winter holiday--

Our annual visit to my brother’s in a city not too far away.

A breaking news story interrupted my thoughts,

With pictures of riots and chaos at our favorite vacation spot.

I couldn’t believe it. So much violence and hate,

On this Silent Night and Peace-on-Earth special date.

Conclusion (everyone posting the pieces to spell FEAR)

And, then it just seemed like one fear led to another…

What if we don’t get to go on holiday with my brother?

What if that led to my parents fighting even more?

What if my Dad left the way he had before...

What if my boyfriend acts like a jerk?

What if I wasted all my parents’ hard work?

What if I failed every exam that I had?

So many things in my life could go so very bad.

Twas the night before Christmas and it should be merry and bright.

But, “Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night”

Was the last thing on my mind as I became paralyzed

By the fear that was stirring in me and feeding me lies.

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