Christmas Regret

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I am so competitive when it comes to playing games but I try to pretend I don’t mind losing. That is, until we actually begin playing and I am behind or have the least points. All my feats at feigning humility go out the window, as I watch in horror as an opponent either captures one of my men, races ahead past me, asks me for money or gathers up what should have been mine.

Striving to be the champion is hard work. Sometimes we have to be brutal in order to gain the prize. Stepping on plastic heads, knocking over counters, hiding dice, pouting when asked to pay up and staring at the  bespectacled person opposite you, because you can see their cards in the reflection. That’s okay I suppose,  but real life is a different matter.

I want my friends and family to remember me for the time I invested in them, not for how good I was at thrashing them in every game we played. I don’t want to step over anybody in order to get what I want. Neither do I want to neglect hearts as I desperately try to make a name for myself. Making money is great if nobody gets hurt in the process and if the desire to have cash left over is in order to bless others.

Last week, we introduced Sarah to our favourite  game, The Hare and Tortoise. Anyone who has played it, knows how much strategy goes into every move. She won. I had been sat there, chuffed at myself for having got rid of my 3 lettuces early in the game and having enough carrots in my hand, to surprise everyone by jumping right to the finishing line. But she got there first. Aggh!!

I am so glad she is now old enough to play with us. What fantastic family fun! To me, Christmas is really about the games. And acknowledging Jesus. But sometimes, when we forget to put him first on his special day, we then fall into the trap of doing that to others. With detrimental consequences.

So, my prayer for you this season is that none of us become  like the old man in the drama sketch below.

Christmas Regret

Characters

One – dressed as a mature / elderly person, (prefably a male or dressed as a male)

Props

A Christmas tree laden with baubles & tinsel
An armchair
A small table
A mug
About 4 or 5 Christmas tree chocolates – any design.
A Christmas party hat or Santa hat.
One Christmas cracker
Three upright photo frames that can rest on a table
A blanket to cover the elderly person’s legs

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I want to spend time with my family,
With my grandchildren, especially.
But I get a sneaky feeling,
My relations don’t want me.
Each year I am selfish,
And to everyone’s dismay,
I choose all the T.V. programmes,
No-one’s allowed a say.
The stuff I watch is boring,
No, laughs, no fun, no cheer,
But it’s my house so surely I’m,
Allowed to be austere?

I want to spend time with my family,
With my grandchildren, especially.
But I get a sneaky feeling,
My relations don’t want me..
Each year I’m complaining.
When I wake on Boxing Day,
Everyone wants turkey soup,
I demand a grand buffet.
When it comes to games, I cheat,
But I have no contrition.
I don’t want to be a loser,
I want proper recognition.

I want to spend time with my family,
With my grandchildren, especially.
But I get a sneaky feeling,
My relations don’t want me.
Years ago, I had ambition,
Which cast my children aside.
I didn’t want to go to the park
And push them down the slide.
I had no sense of humour,
I never laughed when things were funny,
I was cross all the time and went to work,
I just wanted to make more money.

I want to spend time with my family,
This is the worst day I’ve ever known,
For I’m sitting by the Christmas tree,
Very sad and all alone.

DIRECTOR’S NOTES

The scene begins with the old man sitting on a chair in the CENTRE. He is at a slight diagonal postion towards DOWN LEFT and is facing the audience. He has a blanket on his lap and is clasping a mug with two hands. During the play, he occasionally sips an imaginary hot cup of tea, then places the mug back into his lap with both hands clasped around it.

Quite close to his chair on RIGHT CENTRE side, is a table which contains 3 photo frames that are positioned upright with the back of the frames facing the audience so they cannot see the other side. A few Christmas tree chocolates are scattered on the table behind the frames, audience side. One of them must contain a long string. Also on the table, positioned at the front of the frames is a Chrsitmas cracker. A little further away from the table on the same side but further behind, nearer UP RIGHT, is a large Christmas tree, laden with baubles & tinsel.

During the first four lines of the dialogue, he turns his head and looks at his photos lovingly. With each verse, there is a pause after the line, “No relation really wants me.” He hangs his head momentarily then looks up slightly as if reminiscing. He is sad and regretful and talks slowly.
In the middle of the second verse, he puts his mug on the floor and picks up the Christmas cracker. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees and holds the Christmas cracker out horizontally with the other end of the cracker facing the audience. As the second verse ends, he flings it to the right. He picks his mug back up at the beginning of the third verse.

At the beginning of the last verse right until the end of the play, the old man picks up the Christmas tree chocolate with the long string and dangles it from his forefinger, swinging it from side to side. He is again leant forward with his elbows on his knees and his mug on the floor. He stares ahead into space while the lights fade.

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