My father played Scrooge. A contemplative Scrooge. A Scrooge with a bad eye, a goatee and not so much need for greed, but Scrooge nonetheless.
Fossilguy played Marley. A bit blurry, but still clearly dead.
Bookworm was the ghost of Christmas Past, elegant in red, with cough syrup and Ricola under her chair "offstage." But she was the perfect spirit for my father's Scrooge. She helped transform him by flying off stage, hands joined, eyes focused on their scripts.
Scrooge's maids and undertaker stealing what they could after Scrooge's death-in-one-possible future.
The scripts were so important, as you can tell.
But more important than the scripts, was the bell, ringing in the spirit of Christmas.
Thank you all for a joyful day!
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What fun, to see oneself through the eyes of The Beloved Other[s] - - in a Reader/Play one took part in, this morning. What fun to see both of YOU there in your holiday finery, Ann's beautifully colored scarf and NoApologies in her fancy red jacket-top. I always think, whenever I see you two, how in the hell did this happen? How did it happen SO GOOD? And Life crinkles up it's face and smiles a real big Louis Armstrong smile, singing. "Let's do it! Let's fall in love!"
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