Summary

Walter Ben Hare The White Christmas and other Merry Christmas Plays

I wish I could tell Tomasso.
Jack Frost. Well, you can't. It's a secret and you mustn't tell anybody.
Anita. But are you really, truly sure he's coming?
Jack Frost. Of course he is. That is our secret.
Anita. Oh, it's the grandest secret I ever had in all-a my life. I will not tell a soul that he is-a coming. It will be a Christmas surprise, and when I get to the beeg city of New York in America, I'll always remember this great-a beeg, nice-a secret about old Santa Claus and his nice leetla boy, Jack Frost.
Jack Frost. What are you going to do when you get to America?
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Walter Ben Hare The White Christmas and other Merry Christmas Plays

As the three wise men rode on that first Christmas night to find the manger-cradled Babe of Bethlehem, they bore gifts on their saddle-bows. Gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. And so the spirit of Christmas giving crept into the world's heart. We bring our gifts to the children. Rich children, poor children! The children of the high and the children of the humble! Poor little sick children—and the ragged children of the slums of our cities.
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Walter Ben Hare The White Christmas and other Merry Christmas Plays

Mrs. Cratchit. He's an odious, stingy, hard, unfeeling man. You know he is, Robert. Nobody knows it better than you do.
Cratchit (mildly) . My dear, Christmas Day!
Mrs. Cratchit. Then I'll drink his health, for your sake and the Day's, not for his. Long life to him! A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! He'll be very merry and happy, I've no doubt.
Cratchit. And now a Merry Christmas to us all, my dears. God bless us.
All (rising) . A very Merry Christmas.
Tim. And God bless us every one!
(The tableau curtains are slowly drawn.)
Scrooge. Spirit, tell me if Tiny Tim will live.
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