CHRISTMAS BELLES
CHARACTERS
MISS GENEVA MUSGRAVE, town florist
HONEY RAYEFUTRELLE, oldest Futrelle sister
GINA JO (G.J.) DUBBERLY, Frankie and Dub's daughter
JOHN CURTIS BUNTNER, deputy sheriff
TWINK FUTRELLE, middle Futrelle sister
DUB DUBBERLY, Frankie's husband
FRANKIE FUTRELLE DUBBERLY, youngest Futrelle sister
RHONDA LYNN LAMPLEY, manager of The Dairy Dog
JUSTIN WAVERLY, Interim Pastor at the Tabernacle
of the Lamb
RAYNERD CHISUM, part-time employee at The Dairy Dog
PATSY PRICE, local society matron
ACT ONE
Scene I
Christmas music plays over a crackling PA. 3ystem. Lights come up on Miss Geneva Musgrave, 6Os, the
crusty proprietor of BooKoo BoKay, the only flower shop in Fayro, Texas, population 3,003. The shop is
also the town bus depot. The phone rings. She answers.
Geneva. This is BooKoo BoKay. Whether you’re sayin’ “Get well Soon, “I do” or “I’ll never touch that
woman again,” say it with flowers. How can I help you Why, Tenny, how you doin? Actually I’m waiting
for the three twenty—five from Houston to bring my floral shipment. Nelda’s funeral today cleaned me
out. And speaking of which, if Nelda Lightfoot was half the psychic she claimed to be, how come she
didn’t know that runaway Christmas float was bearing down on her Yeah, up ‘til then it was a real good
parade. The float from Clovis Sanford’s House of Meat was definitely my favorite, even though it turned
out to be a killer. Oh, business is great. After all these years, I have found the key to success in the floral
business: helium. Do you know I’ve tripled my Christmas orders by introducing tile “Happy Birthday
Jesus Balloon Bouquet”? Well, I sure have. And even my Greyhound franchise is startin’ to pay off. Oh,
hold on, Tenny. I got a bus just in from Brownsville ... (Into a microphone.) Attención, Ladies and
Gentlemen, Señores y Senoritas. Welcome and bienvenito to Fayro, Texas. We hope you’ll do your
holiday shopping para la entire familia while you’re here. So let BooKoo BoKay help with any floral
necessitas you may have. Merry Christmas and Feliz Navidad to y’all and yours! (Back to the phone.) I’m
telling you, ‘Tenny, all this success has helped take the sting out of not being asked to direct the church
Christmas Program — for the first time in twenty-seven years ... Evidently the Deacons thought the show
needed new blood. I only hope Honey Raye Futrelle knows the mess she’s getting into. .. . You’re right. I
have to let it go. After all, it is Christmas. And to quote Tiny Tim, “God help us everyone” ... Of course I
know it’s really “God bless us every one,” but girl, this is Fayro, Texas. And we need all the help we can
get ... (Blackout.)
Scene 2
A light comes up on Honey Raye Futrelle, 50, a sexy vivacious go-getter. She writes on a notepad at one
end of a table. Gina Jo “G.J. “Dubberly 20s, guileless and enthusiastic, sits at the opposite end of the
table sewing silver stars onto a white garment.
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HONEY RAYE. How’s it going over there, Shug?
G.J. I think I’m getting the hang of it. Aunt Honey Raye, I’m so excited you’re directing the Christmas
Program this year at the Tabernacle of the Lamb.
HONEY RAYE. Me, too. I’ve always wanted to get my hands on this show and people are going to be
dazzled! They’re gonna feel like they’ve just seen Baby Jesus born on Broadway! For starters, this the
Wise Men will be accompanied down the aisle by . . a camel.
G.J. A real, live camel?!
H(oNEY RAYE. Even better, a two-person camel costume I rented from the Waco light Opera Company.
And it’s not just three Wise Men, either. I have finagled a special celebrity appearance by none other than
Cee Cee Windham.
G.J. The lady who hosts Hospitality House every morning on Channel Fifteen?
HONEY RAYE. In the flesh. And not only will Cee Cee portray a Fourth Wise Person, but she’ll present
the Holy Family with the gift of her Butternut Squash Lasagna. And that’s not all.
G.J. I don’t know how you can top that.
HONEY RAYE. There is only one way: Mary and Joseph will he blessed with a visitation from the Ghost
of Christmas Yet to Come in the person of the other King: Elvis!
G.J. Oooh, I’m getting chills!
HONEY RAYE. Doyce Pender’s got the wig, the glasses and the cape. You tell me one verse of “Love
Thee Tender” won’t bring down the house.
G.J. No wonder the cable access station in Sweetgum wants to show it on TV live. I bet they’ll play it
over and over every year, just like White Christmas ... and Shawshank Redemption.
HONEY RAYE. TV coverage is exactly why I’m jazzing it up with lights and costumes and a flying
angel.
G.J. And sewing stars onto the angel’s costume will make it look like she’s floating in the heavens. And
see here? I just got the second star in place.
HONEY RAYE. Let’s have a look.
G.J. Okay. (She slips the costume over her head. A star has been stitched directly over each breast.) What
do you think?
HONEY RAYE. I think the Wise Men might not follow the right star. Tell you what, let’s concentrate on
casting. Now, we got to get us some shepherds. Any ideas?
G.J. How about Wade Porter?
HONEY RAYE. No, I don’t think so. Wade and I had this little flirtation a while back that didn’t end
well. I don’t think that would be too comfortable for either one of us. Who else?
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G.J. Well, there’s DeVurl McSpadden. He’s definitely got shepherd potential.
HONEY RAYE. No. That won’t work. DeVurl and I had a little flirtation and he was real bitter when it
ended. Next?
G.J. Johnny Ralph Elmore?
HONEY RAYE. No, Johnny Ralph and I had a little —
G.J. Aunt Honey, this might be easier if we focus on men you haven’t had a little flirtation with.
HONEY RAYE. Then I’m going to need time to come up with somebody. Meanwhile, I’ve got a request:
I want you to be Mary.
G.J. Oh, I am. I’m a very happy person.
HONEY RAYE. Umm ... not “merry” as in “Merry Christmas.” I mean “Mary” as in the Virgin Mary.
You’re perfect.
G.J. Oh, no. No, no, no! No, ma’am. I’m not good in front of crowds.
HONEY RAYE. Now, you don’t know that.
G.J. Yes, I do! When they asked me to give that demonstration last night at the Bi-Annual Cow
Insemination Workshop, why, halfway through my demonstration I just froze. I didn’t know which end
was up. Even the cow felt sorry for me. I could tell by the look on her face when she turned around to see
what was happening.
HONEY RAYE. Shug, just forget your inseminating nightmare. I’m counting on you, G.J. And I know
you’ll want to be a part of it when you hear the name I came up with for the Christmas Program.
G.J. What is it?
HONEY RAYE. Honey Raye Futrelle and Company proudly present Bethlehem-A-Palooza! (Blackout.)
Scene 3
Lights come up on John Curtis Buntner, 40s, Deputy Sheriff He sits at a desk. On it is an open toolbox.
He eats fries from a “Dairy Dog” bag.
JOHN CURTIS. As I perceive it this is a class-A Southern tragedy. Not to infer I’m condoning what you
did, Twink Futrelle. No, I am not. But it is my position you come by it naturally.
TWINK. (Offstage.) And just how do you figure that, John Curtis?
JOHN CURTIS. With the clear and unclouded eye of legal detection. Factoid A: It is common knowledge
amongst the populace of Fayro, Texas, that the Futrelles are women of passion. If Wiley Hicks had more
than the I.Q. of a Milk Dud, he would have known that and you would not be in the situation you are
today. (Twink Futrelle, ‘4Os, enters wearing an orange jumpsuit with ‘McTwayne County Jail” printed
on it. She carries a large wrench which she puts into the tool box.)
TWINK. I had no idea you’d put so much thought into this.
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JOHN CURTIS. Simply the machinations of a peace officer’s mind. Factoid B: Even the most superficial
observation reveals that Wiley Hicks took advantage of you. I mean, you dated him for sixteen and a half
years. Everybody in Fayro agrees the man should’ve married you out of pure pity if for no other reason.
TWINK. I can’t tell you what a comfort it is knowing y’all were pulling for me.
JOHN CURTIS. Well, we were. That’s why when Wiley got a snoot lull and ran off with Maryjack
MacLemore everyone was shocked.
TWINK. Some of us more than others. Now, I’d better get back in there and spackle up that hole. I had to
drill out a little more wallboard than I’d counted on to replace that pipe.
JOHN CURTIS. Good gosh, Twink, you already patched the linoleum in the men’s room and reorganized
the computer files, alphabetically according to crime. You are by far, the most outstanding female
prisoner to ever grace McTwayne County jail. I’m just sorry I was the one who had to arrest you that day.
TWINK. In just sorry you stopped me before Wiley Hicks got what was coming to him. Dragging all his
NASCAR collectibles outside and setting ‘em on fire was only the start of what I had planned.
JOHN CURTIS. But Twink, what everybody in Fayro wants to know is ... why the Dale Earnhardt
memorabilia? Even from a woman bent on revenge, that was low.
TWINK. Preserving Dale’s memory was the furthest thing from my mind. I just wanted to hurt Wiley the
way he’d hurt me.
JOHN CURTIS. I do see your side. But I just wish you hadn’t picked such a windy day.
TWINK. I never thought the embers would make it across the road to Tug Moody’s Mobile Home
Paradise. I guess I would’ve pressed charges, too, if a fire had taken out nine of my doublewides and my
brand new hen house.
JOHN CURTIS. Yeah, that was a pity. ‘Course, on the positive side, the whole town did smell like fried
chicken for a week. (Blackout.)
Scene 4
Lights come up on Dub Dubberly, 40s, wearing work clothes and a camo cap. He digs through a pile of
laundry, shakes out a Santa suit and calls offstage.
DUB. Frankie! I can’t find my stomach! (Frankie Futrelle Dubberly, 40s, enormously pregnant, waddles
in carrying what looks to be a pillow.)
FRANKIE. Do you really think it’s wise to say that to a woman who hasn’t seen her own toes since last
summer?
DUB. What I meant was: Love you, Puddin’. Now, let your sympathetic and supportive husband have his
pillow, okay? (He gingerly takes it from her.) Hang in there, Precious. We’re just this side of the finish
line. Maybe mommy just needs a little nappy-poo.
FRANKIE. What “mommy” needs is to get these babies born so she can be a normal-sized human being
again. Yesterday I was at the store and a woman asked if I knew where the Petite Department was. I said,
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“Do I look like I know where the Petite Department is?” (She seizes Dub by the collar.) Dub Dubberly, I
am sick of being super-sized! You hear me?! Sick of it!
DUB. (He gently pulls her hands off his collar and eases her onto a chair.) You know, maybe we should
talk about something else. Why don’t you tell Santa what you want for Christmas.
FRANKIE. Fine. I want Santa to get a vasectomy.
DUB. A what?! Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Hell, no. There’s not enough milk and cookies in the world to
make Santa ever consider that.
FRANKIE. You asked what I want. So gift wrap that and stick it under the tree. Because Mrs. Claus is
not going to have another surprise like this (She points to her stomach.) again.
DUB. You know, some women complain their husbands have lost romantic interest in them after years of
marriage.
FRANKIE. Clearly, that is not one of our fundamental issues.
DUB. Looka here, Frankie, these last nine months haven’t exactly been a joy ride for me, either. I’m still
trying to figure out how we’re going to afford these twins. So isn’t it enough that I’m down at the Super
SmartMart every night wearing this stupid costume for extra money, without you asking me to rework my
plumbing?
FRANKIE. That’s another thing. You’re working too hard. And now I’m having to worry about these
babies and me and you. I’m sick of that, too.
DUB. Well, I just can’t do anything right, can I? So, if you’ll excuse me, this seasonal hire with no
benefits and a bad knee is off to enjoy one final round of pushy parents and greedy kids with boney butts.
(He exits.)
FRANKIE. (She calls after him.) Wait, Dub! I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be — (She stops and sighs. Looks
heavenward.) Mama Eula, I hope you’re not up there thinking I only talk to you when things are bad, but,
well ... things are bad and I need to talk to you. This pregnancy’s got me as tense as a havelina crossing I20. And having to deal with my sisters has not helped. I mean, Twink’s in jail, Honey Raye’s trying to
turn The Tabernacle of the Lamb into Caesar’s Palace, and then there’s that other situation. I know I’ve
promised to break the news before Christmas. But Mama, with the twins coming, on top of the mess
we’re already in, I don’t see how that can happen. Besides, it’s been a secret this long, a little longer isn’t
going to hurt. Of course everything would have to happen this time of year. I swear, Mama, getting
through the holidays with family is about like baptizing a cat: Your heart may be in the right place, but it
makes you wonder if all the scratching and fighting is worth it. (Blackout.)
Scene 5
Three weeks have passed. It’s Christmas Eve. Lights come up on the fellowship hall at The Tabernacle of
the Lamb. Upstage right is a door that leads to the unseen kitchen. Upstage center is a door that leads to
the hallway into the church sanctuary. Stage right is the door to the parking lot. Downstage left is a
clothes rack filled with costumes. On a table beside it is a sewing machine, various headdresses, props,
etc. Downstage right is a table on which sits a large chafing dish and trays of snacks. Rhonda Lynn
Lampley, early 50s, dressed in a flashy Christmas sweater and tight pants, high-heeled boots and large,
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gold dangling earrings, sets out and arranges a buffet of snacks on the tables. She sings to the tune of
“We Wish You a Merry Christmas’
RHONDA LYNN.
WE WISH YOU A TEXAS CHRISTMAS,
WE WISH YOU A TEXAS CHRISTMAS,
WE WISH YOU A TEXAS CHRISTMAS
AND A LONE STAR NEW YEAR.
G.J. (She enters from the sanctuary carrying a doll wrapped in a blanket.) Hey, Miz Lampley. How you
doing?
RHONDA LYNN. Darlin’, if things got any better, I’d have to hire somebody to help me enjoy it.
G.J. Do you have a pair of tweezers? One of this baby doll’s eyes is stuck open and we can’t have the
Little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head if he’s wall-eyed.
RHONDA LYNN. (She gets tweezers out of her purse.) Here they are. Ooh, I can’t believe we’re just
hours away from opening night. You make a fantastic Virgin Mary You know, next to Maria in The
Sound of Music, I think it’s the most important female role on the stage.
G.J. I completely agree. But it’s all because of Aunt Honey. She’s such a fantastic director, if she ever
decided to give up selling dinette sets, I bet she could go straight to Hollywood and direct TV movies.
RHONDA LYNN. She’s very innovative. Talking Bruton Hairgrove into letting her use one of his sheep
in the show was pure-D genius. And who knew Wendall Poovey would make such a convincing Joseph?
G.J. And the way Aunt Honey Raye keeps Wendall pointed upstage, people aren’t going to be distracted
by that goiter at all.
RHONDA LYNN. It’s just a win-win for everybody.
G.J. Well, I better get Jesus back in there.
RHONDA LYNN. Tell Honey Raye I brought stuffed jalapeños. Since Raynerd’s back on his medication,
I let him work the fryer down at the Dairy Dog. But he got a little carried away and made a few too many
... actually, three hundred too many.
G.J. You know, I thought it was real brave of Aunt Honey to put Raynerd Chisum in the Program.
RHONDA LYNN. Yeah, but it was the right thing to do, him being so crazy about Christmas and all.
G.J. Oh, I think so, too. ‘Course Aunt Honey is still trying to convince Raynerd a shepherd in Bible times
would not be pulling a red wagon behind him.
RHONDA LYNN. Speaking from experience, that’s a fight she is not going to win.
FRANKIE. (She appears in the door to the parking lot, bundled up.) Wide load coming through. (She has
wedged herself into the door frame and can’t move.) Wide load stuck in the door. Somebody give me a
hand!
G.J. Mama? (She and Rhonda Lynn run to the door.) What are you doing here?!
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RHONDA LYNN. Now, Frankie, Darlin’, relax. We’ll pull you through. (She and G.J. pull Frankie
through the door. Frankie enters.) There! Now, that wasn’t awful, was it?
FRANKIE. Not as awful as being the sixty-year-old mother of high school seniors is gonna be.
C.J. Mama, you should be at home.
FRANKIE. Where I should be is in the delivery room. I thought moving around might give these two
freeloaders a little encouragement. But I couldn’t go to the Super SmartMart to see Dub. Santa wouldn’t
like Mrs. Claus going into labor somewhere between Housewares and Ammunition.
RHONDA LYNN. Well, long as you’re here, Darlin’, how about some eggnog?
FRANKIE. No, thanks, Rhonda Lynn. I’ve got to watch my weight. (Beat. She and Rhonda Lynn burst
into laughter.) Hey, that’s a good one. Make it a double.
G.J. Mama, I don’t think you should have something so rich before you —
FRANKIE. G.J., stop worrying about me. Remember, I went through this before with you and Tina Jo.
Okay?
RHONDA LYNN. (She hands Frankie a mug of eggnog.) Now, run on back to your rehearsal, G.J. I’ll be
right here with your mama.
G.J. Oh, alright. I did promise Doyce he could try the Elvis wig on the baby. (She exits into the
sanctuary.)
FRANKIE. I swear, that girl hasn’t left my side since I hit the seven month mark. But I guess I can’t
really blame Gina Jo for being anxious since I’m so overdue.
RHONDA LYNN. Well I, for one, am glad you showed up. I need help putting this panel in Freida
Milsap’s tunic. Ever since she quit going to Curves, she’s really packed on the “l-b’s.” So, not only is
there no room in the inn, there’s no room in the innkeeper’s costume.
FRANKIE. (They laugh.) You know, I came down here mostly because of you. You’re the one person
who’s been able to cheer me tij these last few months. You’re like a walkin’, talkin’ happy pill.
RHONDA LYNN. Darlin’, laughter’s the only medicine any of us can afford that doesn’t come from
Canada. (They laugh together. Blackout.)
Scene 6
Lights come up on Brother Justin Waverly, 20s. He clutches his Bible and looks up into the light.
JUSTIN. Kind Heavenly Father, it’s Brother Justin Waverly. I just want you to know how happy I am to
be Interim Pastor here at the Tabernacle of the Lamb. Although, if the salary were a little better and I
didn’t have to work that second job down at the Super SmartMart, I’d probably be happier — but that’s
another prayer. (He sighs.) Now, I really need some guidance on handlin’ Miss Geneva. When she got
word she’d been replaced directing the Christmas Program, she came in here cussin’ and threatenin’ to do
things you only see on HBO! See, we never covered that sort of situation at the seminary. And on a
personal note, Heavenly Father, you know things have gotten mighty serious between myself and Gina Jo
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Dubberly. What I need is help getting up the courage to discuss with her Daddy that certain matter I’ve
been praying over. And speaking of G.J., she’s seemed fairly ... distant lately. Could you maybe nudge
her back toward me? Thanks so much and Amen.
G.J. (She enters.) Oh, Justin! You’re here.
JUSTIN. (He glances heavenward.) How great Thou art!
G.J. Hi, I, uh ... I thought you’d already left for your other job. I just came into your office to borrow your
stapler.
JUSTIN. I’m fixin’ to leave here in a minute, but I’ll be back tonight for the Program. Listen, I called you
twice today. Did you get my messages?
G.J. You know, I did. And I was going to call you, but —
JUSTIN. Doesn’t matter. You’re here now. See, there’s something really important I need to discuss with
you.
G.J. Actually, I have to get into place before Ozella Smoot starts rehearsing “0 Holy Night.” Aunt Honey
Raye’s given her a whole routine to go with it, using the Bible puppets.
JUSTIN. So, when do you think we could talk?
G.J. I’m not sure. Would sometime in March be good for you?
JUSTIN. March?!
G.J. Or July. Yeah, July would be much better for me. (She exits.)
JUSTI N. (He looks heavenward.) Lord, is this one of those mysterious ways you tend to work in?
(Blackout.)
Scene 7
Lights come up on the fellowship hail. Frankie works at the sewing machine, Rhonda Lynn hems a
costume nearby.
RHONDA LYNN. ... So the first woman says, “My husband’s real angel.” And the other lady goes,
“You’re lucky. Mine’s still alive.” (They laugh.)
FRANKIE. I am so glad you moved to Fayro. I’m just sorry I haven’t been able to come through on that
promise I made you.
RHONDA LYNN. You’ll know when the time is right. I trust you.
HONEY RAYE. (She hurries in from the sanctuary. Dressed very similarly to Rhonda Lynn: a flashy
Christmas sweater, tight pants, high-heeled boots and large, silver dangling earrings. She’s fighting
anxiety and losing.) Has anyone heard from Beulah Dodge Hargis? The woman’s recitation of Luke Two,
Verses Eight through Fourteen has been the centerpiece of every Christmas Program since the earth
cooled. It’s the only thing the Deacons made me promise to keep in the show, so where is she?
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FRANKIE. You called her granddaughter’s? You know Beulah had to move in with her after Twink
burned her trailer down.
HONEY RAYE. Of course I have! Nobody’s home anywhere. All twenty-six buck-toothed, jug-eared
Hargises have suddenly vanished from the face of the earth. What am I supposed to do?!
RHONDA LYNN. Darlin’, you want a little Frito Pie to take the edge off? You seem just a touch tense.
HONEY RAYE. Tense? I’ve got three “Wise Men” who are so simple, they couldn’t tell the East from
the hole in their shoes, the camel costume still hasn’t gotten here from Waco, the little drummer boy’s so
hateful, the sheep has bit him twice and if I have to stare at Wendall Poovey’s goiter another minute, I
might just grow me one, too! Of course I’m tense!
FRANKIE. But on the bright side, look how well you’re handling it.
HONEY RAYE. (She fans herself) Dang it! Here comes another scorcher. (She strips off her sweater
down to a camisole.)
FRANKIE. Hot flash or no, you keep your clothes on! HONEY RAYE. How is it possible for a grown
woman to melt like lard on a hot skillet in five seconds flat? Good Lord, it’s unbearable.
RHONDA LYNN. Did you try the spray bottle of skin toner in the ‘fridge idea I told you about? It’s the
only thing that helps my flashes. HONEY RAYE. Listen, Rhonda Lynn, I’m not really interested in any
more of your wacked-out little home remedies. RHONDA LYNN. Oh. (She’s stung.) Well, I’ve got one
out in the Dairy Dog van. I’ll just go get it; you might change your mind. (She exits.)
FRANKIE. It’s one thing to be nervous about your show, but it’s another to be downright rude. Rhonda
Lynn just wants to be your friend.
HONEY RAYE. (She puts her sweater on.) I don’t care for the woman, okay? She tries way too hard:
volunteering to help with this show, joining my “Lucky to Be Single Club,” she’s even starting to dress
like me. And that weirds me out.
FRANKIE. You’re just too self-centered to give her a chance.
HONEY RAYE. My plate is full with this show, Frankie. When I left Fayro, my reputation wasn’t exactly
sterling. And when I moved back, I thought directing a church program might make people think better of
me. But if I’d known it was going to be such a burden, I would never have taken it on.
FRANKIE. It’s just a little church Christmas Program. There can’t be that many difficult things to deal
with. (Just then, Raynerd Chisum, 40s, enters wearing his shepherd’s robe, an ear-flap cap, pulling a
little red wagon.)
RAYNERD. I just love Christmas, don’t you? Are you coming back in there, Miz Honey Raye? The
sheep just bit that mean little drummer boy again and the little boy bit him back. Everybody thinks one of
‘em ought to go get shots for the rabies. Would you let us know if that’s a good idea, Miz Honey Raye? I
just love Christmas. (He exits into the sanctuary.)
HONEY RAYE. Make you a deal, Frankie: You take my place in the sanctuary, I’ll take yours in the
delivery room.
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FRANKIE. Honey Raye, it’s all going to be fine.
HONEY RAYE. Oh, I want to believe that. I just want to leave the First Baptists in the dust. They
deserve it for scheduling their Cantata, “Sing, Savior, Sing!,” on our big night. I’m counting on everyone
in Fayro coming to my show because of the big celebrity I bagged.
FRANKIE. I can’t wait to meet Cee Gee Windham. I want to ask her about her pulled pork recipe, if you
have to use the full two cans of Coke in the marinade or could you substitute Dr. Pepper.
GENEVA. (She hurries in from the sanctuary.) Okay, people, listen up. We’re missing a rusty green
toolbox.
HONEY RAYE. Geneva, what are you doing here?
GENEVA. Helping the cable access boys set up. We’ve got to get a dolly on one of them cameras and
Harley can’t find his toolbox. I told them if they need anything, just ask me.
HONEY RAYE. No. They should ask me, Geneva, since I’m directing the show this year.
GENEVA. Well, considering your being a rookie at directing, it became clear to me you’d need some
help. And don’t bother thanking me. Just consider it my Christmas gift to you. (She exits into the
sanctuary.)
HONEY RAYE. Noooo! Don’t you dare —
JOHN CURTIS. (He enters from the parking lot, carrying a rifle.) Merry Christmas, everybody!
FRANKIE. John Curtis. What are you doing here so early?
JOHN CURTIS. Surprise! (He steps aside.)
TWIN K. (She enters.) Christmas gift! (A long coat covers her orange jumpsuit.)
HONEY RAYE. Twinkerbelle! (She hugs Twink and lifts the coat off her shoulders. Twink is handcuffed
with her feet shackled.) Oh, my. If I were you, Shug, I’d ask Santa for some less chunky jewelry for
Christmas.
FRANKIE. I knew you’d never miss your big sister’s directorial debut.
TWINK. Now, I’m not going to take credit. It was John Curtis who pulled this particular rabbit out of the
hat.
JOHN CURTIS. Oh, it wasn’t that hard, really. I just had to submit a Work Release Waiver Form W Six
Four dash Three Zero in triplicate to the County Clerk before she left for the day. But y’all be sure and
give Twink something to do. We’re using tonight as part of her Community Service.
FRANKIE. There’s plenty to do. We’ll even make her the rear end of the camel if we have to.
JOHN CURTIS. So long as we get Twink back in her cell by midnight. We don’t want to do anything
that’ll jeopardize her May release date. Now, let me get these cuffs and chains off you, Twink. Here. (He
hands Twink the rifle, then unlocks the cuffs and shackles.)
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TWINK. You’re awfully sweet to be doing this.
JOHN CURTIS. The State of Texas is not without compassion. But don’t you be thinking about making a
run for the border, ‘cause I’d sure hate to have to shoot off one of them cute little kneecaps. (They laugh
together. Their bond is not lost on Honey Raye.)
HONEY RAYE. (She squeezes between them and gets very close to John Curtis.) I’m going to have to do
something special to show my thanks. Tell you what, let’s have a toast to Twink when you accompany
me to the cast party, okay? (Twink is not pleased with Honey Raye’s possessiveness.)
JOHN CURTIS. Well, uh (Takes rifle from Twink.) Any way to help out the Futrelle sisters is my
pleasure.
GENEVA. (She sticks her head in from the sanctuary.) Honey Raye, just to let you know, the Three Wise
Men came to me with their concern about that awkward entrance you gave them, so I restaged it the right
way. No need to thank me. (She exits back into the sanctuary.)
HONEY RAYE. (To John Curtis.) Stick close, John Curtis, ‘cause I may need to use that rifle just once
before the show starts. (Blackout.)
Scene 8
Lights come up on the employee dressing room at Super SmartMart. Dub, in Santa suit and camo cap, sits
on a bench in a sour mood, holding his back. Justin enters with a backpack. He wears brown pants.
JUSTIN. (He’s nervous.) Hey, Dub, funny I should run into you.
DUB. I don’t see nothin’ funny about it, Justin, ‘specially since we’ve enjoyed this little nightmare
together every day for the past six weeks.
JUSTIN. (He sniffs the air.) Oh, brother, something is definitely wrong. It smells like rancid meat in here.
DUB. It’s me. Since Frankie’s had to cut back doing laundry, my Santa suit hasn’t been washed as often
as it shoulda been.
JUSTIN. You sure? (He checks under the bench.) ‘Cause it really smells like an armadillo crawled up in
here and died.
DUB. I let it get a little ripe, okay? But it does keep the kids from staying in my lap too long. Which is
absolutely what you want when you’re faced with a bunch of ‘em wearing real suspicious-looking
diapers.
JUSTIN. (He pulls a brown turtleneck sweater out of his backpack and puts it on.) Oh. Well, it’s a
blessing it’s working out for you. But we only have a second and I wanted to talk to you about Gina Jo
and me.
DUB. What about my daughter and — (A pain hits Dub in his back.) JUSTIN. (He doesn’t notice Dub is
in pain.) As you know, we’ve been dating for about six months now, and uh, and I think we both agree
this is the real thing and uh, well ... I wanted to know if I could ask you for — (He notices Dub.) Are you
okay?
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DUB. I been better. (He doubles over and grabs Justin’s hand.) Sorry, I just gotta hold onto something
‘til this passes.
JUSTIN. (He struggles to hide the fact that Dub’s grip is killing him.) What kind of pain is it?
DUB. My back. It comes in waves. Unbearable killer waves. Started this morning.
JUSTIN. (He sinks to his knees tying to counteract Dub grip.) Maybe you’re having sympathetic labor
pains for your wife.
DUB. No way. That kind of bull hockey only happens in California. (The pain subsides. He releases
Justin’s hand.)
JUSTIN. Maybe it’s a kidney stone.
DUB. On Christmas Eve? No way. I’m never going through that. Besides, I drank a full glass of water
just last week. I probably pulled a muscle lifting that fat Munnerlyn kid last night.
JUSTIN. Yeah, he’s a big ‘un. I had a hard time fitting both of you in the picture. (He struggles to his
feet, massages his nearly-broken hand.) Well, if you’re feeling better, we ought to get out there. It’s our
final shift. (He pulls antlers and a red nose from his backpack and puts them on.)
DUB. I really don’t know how I’m gonna face them kids one more time.
JUSTIN. Deuteronomy Thirty-one, Verse Six: “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified
because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you.”
DUB. (Beat.) Does that ever really work for anybody?
JUSTIN. They said it would in my crisis management course at seminary.
DUB. They lied. I can’t do it. Give me one good reason to go out there.
JUSTIN. We don’t get paid unless we finish this shift.
DUB. That’s the one. Let’s go, Rudy. It’s Snow Time! (Dub puts on his beard and hat. They exit.
Blackout.)
Scene 9
Lights come up on the fellowship hall. Frankie finishes a hem. Rhonda Lynn enters from the sanctuary.
RHONDA LYNN. I think Honey Raye’s got things back on track. Turns out LaDonna Thompkin’s
allergic to hay, but she’s hell-bent on being the angel. Her mama’s bringing down her inhaler.
FRANKIE. It’ll be mighty impressive if Honey Raye pulls off flying an angel in over the stable ...
especially an angel the size of LaDonna.
RHONDA LYNN. Oh, there’s a whole team working the ropes and pulleys. John Curtis is in there
helping them strap LaDonna into the harness to try another lift off. Maybe this time she’ll actually clear
the stable.
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HONEY RAYE. (She and Twink enter from the parking lot carrying a large box. They set it down.) Look
what finally got here from the Waco Light Opera Company.
TWINK. The world’s slowest camel.
RHONDA LYNN. Why, Twink! It’s a Christmas miracle! (She runs to Twink and gives her a hug, which
is not returned.) This is the first time I’ve ever seen you without bars in front of your face.
TWINK. Hey, Rhonda Lynn. I guess I should thank you for all the corn dogs and fries you brought me.
Every single day I’ve been in jail.
RHONDA LYNN. And we’ve got plenty of’em here tonight. Oh, and you gotta try some of Earlene’s
Pink Stuff. It is out of this world. I’ve got to get her recipe; mine always turns out funny.
HONEY RAYE. It’s only Cool Whip and Cherry Jell-o, Rhonda Lynn. A one-armed baboon with a
learning disability could make it.
FRANKIE. (Low, to Honey Raye.) I’m warning you.
RHONDA LYNN. Oh. Well, forget that. Let me take the camel costume into the sanctuary for you.
HONEY RAYE. Don’t you need some help with that?
RHONDA LYNN. (She easily picks up the box.) Darlin’, when you’ve hauled as many hundred pound
sacks of Ore-Ida’s as I have, you can lift a Buick off a squirrel and never break a sweat. (She exits into the
sanctuary.)
FRANKIE. You’re lucky she’s here to help you tonight.
HONEY RAYE. If you say so. All I care about is things are finally coming together for this Christmas
show ... and that the Futrelle Sisters get to spend Christmas Eve with each other.
FRANKIE. Lord, the things we’ve seen and done.
HONEY RAYE. Yeah, we’ve been through a lot together.
TWINK. We sure have. And most of it was your fault.
HONEY RAYE. Considering recent events, I’d say we’re about even.
FRANKIE. (She’s eager to change the subject.) Hey, Twink, I want you sitting with me and Dub when
the show starts.
TWINK. I don’t think so, Frankie. I don’t want to give all those gossips the satisfaction of seeing me in
this jailhouse jumpsuit.
FRANKIE. Teresa Denean Futrelle, I know you’re bigger than that. You just have to overcome your
sense of shame and embarrassment. Honey Raye did. I mean she was labeled nothing but “tramp” and
“white trash” early in life because of all her wild ways.
HONEY RAYE. Hold on —
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FRANKIE. Sure you were jilted by a boyfriend and burned down a few doublewides, but Honey Raye’s
overcome her horrible reputation and had to face unbearable humiliation!
HONEY RAYE. Okay, that’s enough —
FRANKIE. I mean, just think about all those ridiculous marriages: The Christian Ventriloquist, Rabbit,
the Tilt-A-Whirl operator, that wrestler who was already married —
HONEY RAYE. In Snake’s defense, his previous wife had entered the Witness Protection Program and
she wasn’t free to let him know their divorce was not final.
FRANKIE. Uh-huh. Then Bulldog somebody-or-other, the third husband with an animal’s name, and
finally, a character known to law enforcement officials state-wide as “Wild Bill Boudreaux, The Crazy
Cajun.” There’s no reason in the world Honey Raye’s not off squattin’ in a cave somewhere, but instead,
here she is, with her head held high. And you know why? Because she’s a Futrelle. She can bear the
shame of her stupid decisions. And you can, too.
HONEY RAYE. You know, I hated the thought of you having to go through the pain of childbirth again
at your age, but suddenly, I’m feeling a whole lot better about it.
FRANKIE. What I’m trying to point out to Twink is, people will understand. So she made a mistake. It
doesn’t have to be the end of her life.
TWINK. Mistake? The only mistake I made was not leaving Wiley’s NASCAR junk inside his trailer
when I torched it.
HONEY RAYE. You have got to let this go.
TWINK. Oh, no I don’t. The only perk of being in jail is it gives you plenty of time to plot revenge.
FRANKIE. I never thought you were a vindictive woman who could bear such a vicious grudge.
TWINK. You know, I didn’t think I was, either. But turns out, I am.
HONEY RAYE. What happened to my happy, generous little sister? The volunteer who kept the books
at the Food Pantry and drove the Kidney Caravan to the Dialysis Center every Wednesday?
TWINK. She’s in a chain gang picking up trash off the side of the road. (Unnoticed, Rhonda Lynn enters
from the sanctuary.) I don’t know why you two don’t get it. I’m the one who was wronged. How come
I’ve got nothing and Wiley Hicks has everything? If you think I’m going to let him and Maryjack
MacLemore get away with living happily ever after, you are sadly mistaken. I will not rest ‘til I have had
my revenge. Somehow, some way, Wiley Hicks will get what’s coming to him for what he did to me.
(Frankie and Honey Raye are clearly alarmed.)
RHONDA LYNN. (She breaks the tension.) Listen, if you girls want something to eat, get it now. The
cast will be coming in here any minute to grab a bite before the run-through.
TWINK. Hey, the fire’s gone out under this chafing dish. (She picks up a lighter and clicks it on.)
FRANKIE, HONEY RAYE and RHONDA LYNN. (Horrified, they rush to the chafing dish and form a
barricade to keep Twink from getting near it.) No!!!
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RHONDA LYNN. (She takes the chafing dish.) I needed to refill this thing, anyway. I’ll just ... you know.
FRANKIE. I’ll help, Rhonda Lynn, after I go to the bathroom again. (She and Rhonda Lynn exit into the
kitchen.)
TWINK. I don’t get that Lampley gal. She’s been bringing me food and magazines and papers down to
the jail for months now. What does she want?
HONEY RAYE. Search me. But she and Frankie have been thick as thieves ever since Rhonda Lynn
moved to town. And she tries to be friends with me just a little too much. All the time, in fact. (She checks
her watch.) They’ve got to be finished with that angel harness by now.
G.J. (She enters from the sanctuary.) Aunt Twink! We didn’t know you’d be here tonight.
TWINK. You think a little jail sentence could keep me away from a Tabernacle Christmas Program?
HONEY RAYE. G.J., are we ready for the run-through?
G.J. No, ma’am. The sheep had an accident and Miss Geneva’s having the area around the pulpit wetvac’d. Right now she’s restaging the shepherds abiding in the fields. She had the idea to put the sheep in
Raynerd’s wagon and Harley, the TV camera guy, liked it a lot.
HONEY RAYE. (She starts for the door to the sanctuary.) I can’t leave that meddling, old woman alone
out there for one second! I should have —
GENEVA. (She barrels in from the sanctuary.) Okay, people, listen up. We’ve got a Yuletide disaster in
the makes.
HONEY RAYE. We already know about the sheep incident, Geneva, not to mention your taking liberties
with my staging.
GENEVA. You’re welcome. But here’s the new problem: There are three people throwing up their guts in
the restroom as we speak. You’re down two Wise Men and an Elvis.
HONEY RAYE. What?! TWINK. Why? What’s causing it?
GENEVA. Not a clue. But you better pray it’s not contagious.
HONEY RAYE. Nooooo! Things were just starting to go right! They can’t ruin this for me! (She races
into the sanctuary.)
GENEVA. (She turns to G.J. and Twink.) Far be it for me to state the obvious, but this never would’ve
happened if I was directing the show. (Blackout.)
Scene 10
Lights come up on Dub, who sits on his “Santa Throne. “He is clearly in pain. Justin calls after unseen
children. He has a camera.
JUSTIN. (He speaks in an odd falsetto.) Thanks for coming to the North Pole, kids. And make sure
Mommy buys the Super SmartMart eight-by-ten glossy print of your picture with Santa, for only nineteen
ninety-five. Merry Christmas!
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DUB. (He snaps at Justin.) Why are you talking in that weird voice? JUSTIN. (He drops “the voice”) I
just thought it sounded like how a reindeer would talk.
DUB. Did you factor into that thought process that reindeer can’t talk?!
JUSTIN. I only wanted to make the experience more fun for the kids. Sorry.
DUB. (He squirms, trying to ease the pain.) What I’m sorry about is the real cause of this back pain. I’ve
lied to myself as long as I can. I am passing a kidney stone. Why me, Justin? Why now?
JUSTIN. Oh, gosh! You want me to take you to Dr. Ballard’s?
DUB. I have to make it through the last hour. Frankie and I are counting on the money. Bring on another
brat.
JUSTIN. (He speaks in “the voice.”) Sorry, Santa. There are no boys and girls — (Dub shoots him a
withering look. Justin drops “the voice.”) Uh, no one’s in line right now.
DUB. Then do something to take my mind off this brain-numbing pain!!’ Talk to me ... about something
... anything!
JUSTIN. There is something I really need to talk to you about, but you know how touchy Management is
about Santa having conversations with anyone who’s not sitting in his lap. (A wave of pain engulfs Dub.
Justin looks around, then climbs on Dub lap.)
DUB. What the Sam Hill are you doing?!
JUSTIN. Talking to you. I’ve come ... I’d like ... what I’m trying to say —
DUB. For the love of Mike, just spit it out!!
JUSTIN. Right. I’d like to ask your permission ... to marry Gina Jo.
DUB. Okay, fine! Hell, you can marry Frankie, too, if you’ll just get off my lap!! (He dumps Justin on the
floor. Dub screams in agony.)
JUSTIN. (He spots some “children” waiting to see Santa and speaks in “the voice” as he gets to his feet.)
Uh ... hello there, boys and girls. Now don’t be worried about dear, old Santa Claus —
DUB. (He wails.) I can’t stand it!!
JUSTIN. He’s ... just ... so sad he has to ... leave you to start his deliveries.
DUB. This is killing me! (He falls on the floor and writhes.)
JUSTIN. Yes, it’s killing him to ... have to say good-bye. But he has to fill his sleigh with toys for all the
good little girls and boys. (Dub screams.) Oh, just listen to Santa scream for joy. (Justin grabs Dub’s feet
and pulls him offstage.) Well, so long and Merry Christmas! (Blackout.)
Scene 11
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Lights come up on the fellowship hall. Lost in thought, Twink flicks a lighter off and on. G.J. enters from
the sanctuary and watches Twink. Rhonda Lynn enters from the kitchen, sees Twink, then edges over to
G.J.
G.J. (She whispers.) I don’t think leaving Aunt Twink alone is a good idea.
RHONDA LYNN. (She whispers.) Everything’s gonna be okay as long as none of us tell her where Wiley
is. Now, let’s go cheer her up.
G.J. (She and Rhonda Lynn approach her.) What are you doing out here all by your lonesome, Aunt
Twink?
TWINK. Just thinking about all the things I’d like to give Wiley Hicks for Christmas. Can you gift-wrap
a compound fracture?
RHONDA LYNN. Darlin’, I know what it’s like to be betrayed by a man. My last ex, Talmadge
Lampley, had a back so hairy, I had to vacuum the sheets before I could make up the bed. After burning
out my second Dust Buster, I sent him to the cosmetology school to get that mess removed. And wouldn’t
you know it? He ran off with Little Miss Hot Wax.
TWINK. Am I supposed to get something from this, Rhonda Lynn?
RHONDA LYNN. I’m just saying, I know you’re furious with Wiley, but you can’t stop believing there’s
a good man out there for you. I haven’t.
G.J. That’s what I always say at work. Even though we’re doing artificial insemination, I remind my cows
to have faith that one day maybe the right bull will come along.
TWINK. Thanks for trying to make me feel better. But honestly, the thing that would really do the trick is
for one of you to just tell me where I can find Wiley.
G.J. Uh, . . . I think he’s out of town?
RHONDA LYNN. Know what? I think G.J.'s right. Now, let's get your mind off your troubles, Twink.
Here. (She takes a scrapbook off the table.) It's the scrapbook from last year's Christmas Program. (She
gives the book to Twink and eases the lighter out of her hand.)
TWINK. (She thumbs through the pages.) This was a good one. Everyone was having so much - Oh, my
Lord. Look at these pictures of Wiley and Maryjack playing Joseph and Mary. This is where it started.
They were makin' moon eyes at each other over the manger!
G.J. (She takes the scrapbook and hands it to Rhonda Lynn.) You know, maybe the scrapbook isn't such a
good idea.
TWINK. Then can I have my lighter back?
RHONDA LYNN. I don't think that's such a good idea, either. (She exits.)
TWINK. People must think I’m an idiot!!!
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RAYNERD. (He enters from the sanctuary pulling his wagon.) You'll get used to it, Miz Twink. I have.
Miz Honey Raye says I can eat my supper now. I'm really hungry, too, Miz Twink. (He goes around the
table filling a plate.) Mostly 'cause I've had to pull the little drummer boy around all afternoon. That
hateful sheep keeps trying to kill him. I just love Christmas.
HONEY RAYE. (She hurries in from the sanctuary.) We've got two more cast members down. Turns out
everyone who's blown their groceries ate at the Band Boosters Pancake Supper last night. Any moron
would know that nasty Sissy Fowler and a pancake griddle are a recipe for disaster. (She goes to the tub of
soft drinks.) Look, I'm going to fish out as many ginger ales as I can. G.J., get some saltines and see if we
can resurrect Elvis.
G.J. Oh, if we only could. (She grabs a box of crackers and exits into the sanctuary.)
TWINK. Saltines and ginger ale won't cure food poisoning. Tell you what, give me your keys and I'll run
out to the drug store for you.
HONEY RAYE. We're all on to you, Twink Futrelle. You only want my car so you can go out and hunt
down Wiley Hicks. Can't you just forget your revenge for now and give me a little help? I've left six
phone messages for Dr. Ballard, Wendall Poovey's dishing out Kaopectate and Miss Tenny's playing
"Nearer My God To Thee." We're sinking like a stone here!
FRANKIE. (She enters from the sanctuary.) Ozella Smoot's kicked the hem out of her choir robe again.
This is the last time I'm going to - (She holds her stomach and groans.) Ohhh! Ohhh!
HONEY RAYE. (She and Twink race to Frankie's side.) Is this it, Frankie? Are the babies coming?
TWINK. John Curtis can turn his siren on and get you to the hospital in two minutes flat.
FRANKIE. Wait. It's my cell phone. I have it on vibrate. (She pulls it from her pocket and answers.)
Hello?
RAYNERD. Miz Twink, you might want to get you a plate before Miz Frankie does. I believe she's the
biggest white lady I ever seen.
TWINK. Can't argue with that.
FRANKIE. (Into the phone.) Oh, no! Is he okay? ... Well, when you find Dr. Ballard, call me back, Justin.
(She hangs up.) Dub's passing a kidney stone. That poor, sweet man. Can you think of anything worse
than passing a kidney stone?
TWINK. Yeah. And Honey Raye's directing it.
HONEY RAYE. Thank you for that vote of confidence. I have worn myself to a frazzle trying to create a
work of art as my gift to this community! (She wails.) Why is all this happening? I feel like I'm being
tested. All I need now is for Satan himself to walk through the door. (Patsy Price, 50s, well-coiffed,
dressed in an elegant gown, enters from the sanctuary. The sisters freeze.)
PATSY. Hello.
TWINK. (To Honey Raye.) You just had to say it, didn't you?
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PATSY. (She eyes the women coolly.) Ah, the Fertile, the Flirt and the Felon. Just another day at the
Futrelle Family Circus.
RAYNERD. Hi, Miz Patsy. Wanna stuffed jalapeno? Fried 'em myself.
PATSY. Complete with sideshow.
FRANKIE. Patsy, it's Christmas, can't we play nice? It's bad enough Parker and Tina Jo can't be with us.
PATSY. Yes, my son and your daughter are really enjoying my gift of the ski trip to Vail. And Parker
wanted me to thank you for the present you and Dub gave them. One can never have too many salad
spinners.
HONEY RAYE. We'd all love to stand here and compare bank balances with you, Patsy, but you need to
leave. I'm trying to stage a show here.
PATSY. About that, you're going to have to try harder. You can't expect me to carry the entire program
alone.
HONEY RAYE. And I don't, since you're not in it.
PATSY. Oh, but I am. Beulah Dodge Hargis has done a delight-full job of mumbling through The
Christmas Story every year since the Mayflower docked. But I convinced the Deacons - with a sizeable
donation - it would be a nice change to have someone vivacious and young do the honors.
TWINK. Bur they settled for you, instead?
FRANKIE. Why am I not surprised you bought your way into this show?
RAYNERD. Don't worry, Miz Patsy, you'll do good. And if you get mixed up on the words, I know it by
heart, 'cause I just love Christmas. (He touches her dress.) You look like an ornament on a tree ... or Miz
Jo Ann Castle on The Lawrence Welk Show.
PATSY. (She turns to Honey Raye.) Would you please get him out of here? I will nor have Boo Radley
pawing my gown.
HONEY RAYE. Raynerd, Shug, I need you to help me. Go check on everyone who's sick and report back
to me, okay?
RAYNERD. Yes, ma'am. I won't be long. (He hurries to exit into the sanctuary, pulling his wagon behind
him. He points at Frankie.) Y' all don't let her eat nothin' from my plate while I'm gone. (He exits.)
HONEY RAYE. Patsy Price, don't you ever talk that way to Raynerd again. I'm proud to have him in my
show and I'd better be able to say the same about you at the end of the evening.
PATSY. If there's another highlight in this program besides my performance, I'll be stunned.
HONEY RAYE. Oh, this show is nothing but highlights. And now I'm more determined than ever to
make sure tonight's program is wonderful.
FRANKIE. That's right, Honey Raye.
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HONEY RAYE. I put my heart and soul into this production.
TWINK. You tell her, Honey Raye.
HONEY RAYE. This is going to be a show Fayro, Texas will never forget. And it's not going to be
because of you, Patsy, it's going to be becauseJOHN CURTIS. (He enters from the sanctuary) Bucky Waddell wanted to know what it felt like to fly, so
he strapped himself into the angel's harness. And when he got all the way up to the ceiling, the Pancake
Supper hit him. You do not want to know what it looks like out there. Now, do any of you know how to
shampoo a sheep?
FRANKIE. John Curtis, forget that. You've got to help us find Dr. Ballard. Dub's passing a kidney stone.
JOHN CURTIS. A kidney stone, oh, no! God! Ooh! Passing a kidney stone is the most horrible pain a
human can endure.
FRANKIE. (She gets in his face.) You want to rethink that?
JOHN CURTIS. Yes, ma'am, I see your point. Uh, Honey Raye, I'll go to my cruiser and put out an
A.P.B. for the doc, but somebody's got to get on to that sheep. (He exits.)
HONEY RAYE. Okay, go! Go! Twink, you're hosing down a sheep.
TWINK. I most certainly am not! But if you give me your car keys, I'll go find Dr. Ballard for you.
FRANKIE. Twink, you're staying put. It's for your own good.
TWINK. Helping me find Wiley Hicks would do me a lot more good. Doesn't anybody in this stinkin'
town know where he is?
PATSY. Ido. He's just down the street.
FRANKIE. Patsy, don't.
PATSY. Twink's been through so much. I think she deserves to know the truth. Wiley's over at the First
Baptist Church. He and Mary jack are performing in the Cantata tonight. In fact, I believe they're doing
the big duet in "Sing, Savior, Sing!"
TWINK. Oh, no they're not! Not if I can get to him first! (She starts for the exit.}
HONEY RAYE. (She stops her.) You stay where you are, Sister. You're going to help me get this show
fixed and back on its feet.
TWINK. I don't care about your stupid show! This is the moment I've been living for. Now, let me go!
I've got to get my hands on Wiley!
HONEY RAYE. Nothing doing. We promised John Curtis to keep an eye on you. Frankie, help me. Sit
on her if you have to. (Honey Raye and Frankie push Twink into a chair and tie her to it with a length of
rope from the costume table.)
PATSY. I'm sorry. I'd just hate it if I caused a family rift.
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G.J. (She enters from the sanctuary) Aunt Honey, there's a problem with the camel costume.
HONEY RAYE. You're going to have to fix it, G.J. I've got my hands full.
TWINK. Just give me a shot at that Cantata!
G.J. Aunt Honey, I can't fix it. See, turns out the costume they sent isn't really a camel. It's more like ... a
bear.
HONEY RAYE. A bear?!
G.J. Okay, it is a bear. (Beat.) Actually, it's a polar bear.
HONEY RAYE. A polar bear?! They can't do this to me! There was no polar bear at the Nativity!
PATSY. Honey Raye, is this one of those highlights you were referring to?
FRANKIE. Back off, Patsy. Honey Raye can't have any more dumped on her right now.
GENEVA. (She barrels in from the sanctuary.) Okay, people, listen up. We just got a call from Cee Cee
Windham. She bailed on us.
HONEY RAYE. She what?!
TWINK. I'll go get her for you, right after I'm done with Wiley.
(Rhonda Lynn re-enters from the kitchen.)
GENEVA. Cee Cee's substituting for the weather girl on Channel Four in Longview tonight. She thinks it
could lead to something big so I told her we wouldn't stand in her way. Don't worry, I've started marking
her name out of all the programs. No need to thank me.
HONEY RAYE. Why would I thank an interfering, old gasbag who doesn't know she's been put out to
pasture and isn't needed any more?!
GENEVA. Careful, Lolita. Any more lip and all you'll want for Christmas is your two front teeth.
RHONDA LYNN. Honey Raye, Darlin', Miss Geneva's just trying to help you.
HONEY RAYE. Butt out, Rhonda Lynn! My show is falling apart and we've got two hundred people due
to arrive in a little over an hour to witness the birth of the Baby Jesus! And nobody's helping me here.
People are either standing around or bringing me bad news but nothing's getting done!
FRANKIE. Honey Raye, there is no need to bite Rhonda Lynn's head off.
TWINK. But that is exactly what I want to do to Wiley. So, somebody untie me RIGHT NOW!!!
HONEY RAYE. Frankie, will you stop shoving this woman down our throats! You've insisted on
dragging this stranger into everything our family's done for the last three months and we're sick and tired
of it. Can't you understand? It's not like she's family, for heaven's sake.
FRANKIE. Yes,she is! She's our sister! (Silence. Rhonda Lynn gives a meek little wave. Honey Raye and
Twink are dumbfounded, then angry. They turn on Frankie.)
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HONEY RAYE. She's our WHAT?!
TWINK. And you've known all along?!
PATSY. Well, so much for peace on earth, good will toward men.
(Curtain.) End of Act One
ACT TWO
Scene 1
Lights come up on Frankie in the ladies' room. She stands over the sink and looks heavenward.
FRANKIE. Mama Eula, I hope you're having a white Christmas up there, 'cause down here, the Futrelle
family Christmas has just turned mighty black. You would've been so ashamed at how ugly Twink and
Honey Raye were when I told them who Rhonda Lynn really is. I explained the reason we didn't know
about her being our sister is because Daddy never knew about her, either. Rhonda Lynn's mama only told
her the truth right before she died. Then Rhonda Lynn tracked me down, we went to the courthouse
together, searched the birth records and found out it was true. But Twink and Honey Raye weren't having
it. They upset Rhonda Lynn so bad, she walked out over an hour ago. Why am I the only one who's happy
she found us? Mama, I could sure use some help with this situation down here. Oh, and one more thing:
Could you also send me some patience with Patsy Price? 'Cause I swear, if that stuck-up busybody makes
one more nasty remark about the Futrelles, chestnuts won't be the only things roasting on an open fire ...
(Blackout.)
Scene 2
Lights come up on a hallway behind the sanctuary. Geneva sits in a chair calmly filing her nails. Honey
Raye enters in a panic.
HONEY RAYE. Geneva! Geneva, the show's supposed to start in ten minutes, the sanctuary's almost full
and Doc Ballard says most of our cast should be home in bed!
GENEVA. I'm wondering why any of this should matter to me.
HONEY RAYE. 'Cause right now we are limping toward Bethlehem with one Wise Man, an angel too fat
to fly and half a polar bear. We can't just let our show go down the toilet.
GENEVA. Oh, so now it's our show. Well, I'm not sure this old "gas bag" is available right now. (She
studies her nails.) I'm pretty busy.
HONEY RAYE. Please, Geneva, I am desperate. This Christmas Program's gonna play on every TV in
the Tri-County area and I cannot let it turn into one more life-long humiliation for me and my family to
bear! You've got to help me.
GENEVA. So what I'm hearing is, you regret all the vicious remarks you made about my direction of the
previous twenty-seven Christmas Programs. And that you've realized my crowd-pleasing interpretation
wasn't so dull and boring after all.
HONEY RAYE. (Beat.) Yeah ... what you said.
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GENEVA. You just seem so pitiful, I guess I should help you, but only if you do the following: One, you
give me full co-director acknowledgement. Two, you order flowers every week from BooKoo BoKay to
spruce up your showroom at Wynette's Dinette City. And three, you throw in, at cost, that little cute
chrome breakfast set in your display window. Delivery included.
HONEY RAYE. You would actually blackmail me at a time like this?
GENEVA. God helps those who help themselves.
HONEY RAYE. (She fumes.) Oh, all right. Deal.
GENEVA Then, let's move. If I'm going to save this show, I've got to scrape together a cast out of the
survivors of the pancake massacre. We'll cram as many of the walking wounded onto that stage as we can
... even if it's the last thing they ever do.
HONEY RAYE. Isn't that a little inhumane?
GENEVA No, Babycakes, that's show business. (They exit. Blackout.)
Scene 3
Lights come up on the fellowship hall. G.j., in her Virgin Mary costume, applies make-up. Frankie enters
from the sanctuary.
FRANKIE. Any sign of Rhonda Lynn?
G.J. No, ma'am. But I can't tell you how happy I am knowing Ms. Lampley's my new aunt. Uh .. , you
think there are any more relatives out there we don't know about?
FRANKIE. I don't think so. But just to be on the safe side, let's keep an open mind. I'm starting to get
worried about Rhonda Lynn. And it's not like I don't have enough to worry about.
G.J. Mama, I'm sure everything bad that's going to happen has happened.
JOHN CURTIS. (He rushes in from the sanctuary.) No need to panic, but I've been waiting for Twink
outside the ladies room. Just found out, she's not in there, never has been. We may be dealing with an
escaped prisoner. (He pulls his pistol and exits to the parking lot.)
G.J. 'Course, I could be wrong about that.
FRANKIE. That does it. This has just become the worst night of my life.
G.J. Now, Mama, all this stress is not good for you or the babies. Everything's going to be fine. I just want
you to know I've made the decision to be here for you and Daddy and my new baby brothers as long as
you need me.
FRANKIE. You are so sweet. (She and GJ. hug.) That's the only Christmas gift I need.
G.J. Good, 'cause what I bought you probably won't fit 'til you drop at least fifty pounds. (Dub and Justin
enter from the parking lot. Dub's in his Santa suit. Justin's in his reindeer outfit without the antlers and
nose.)
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FRANKIE. Oh, Dub! Your poor thing! (She starts to hug him and recoils.) Good, Lord! That Santa suit
smells like a tub full of dead frogs.
DUB. I know. I'm gonna burn it in the barrel out back with all the Christmas wrappings.
JUSTIN. Gina Jo, I need to talk to you.
G.J. I'm sorry, Justin, but I have to go get in character. (She hurries out the door into the sanctuary.)
JUSTIN. (He follows her.) No, wait, G.J.! Gina Jo! (He exits.)
FRANKIE. Are you in pain? Did you pass the kidney stone?
DUB. No, Doc Ballard says the stone's probably lodged. I won't feel any more pain until it starts moving
again. But Doc gave Santa a present. (He pulls a large prescription bottle from his Jacket.) When the
stone heads for the exit, I take one of these super-duper pain killers and I'll be so blissed-out, I'll never
even know what happened. So, I'm going to go home and wait. I'm just sorry I can't sit with you through
the show.
FRANKIE. Oh, don't think a thing about it. Just go!
DUB. (He sets the bottle of pain pills on the table.) First I want to make sure you're doing okay,
Dumplin'. Anything happening?
FRANKIE. Nothing exciting to report. But everything else is in such a turmoil. I accidentally blurted out
the news about Rhonda Lynn.
DUB. Oh, boy. How'd that go over?
HONEY RAYE. (She races in from the sanctuary, snatches up a costume.) Don't you dare speak to me,
Frances Anne! Why on earth you would choose tonight, of all nights, to drop that bombshell, I will never
know. I am so furious with you, I could just spit nails! (She flies back into the sanctuary.)
FRANKIE. Oh, 'bout like you'd expect. (Blackout.)
Scene 4
Lights come up on a hallway behind the sanctuary. G.J. enters with Justin on her heels.
JUSTIN. G.J., stop! Please. (She does so, but doesn't meet his eyes.) What's gotten into you lately? I know
we both meant it when we said "I love you" that night after the awards dinner at your Bull Semen Sales
and Service Seminar. But now it's like you're trying to avoid me.
G.J. Don't be silly. I'm not avoiding you. Okay, bye. (She exits.)
JUSTIN. (He's deflated.) Glad we got that cleared up.
JOHN CURTIS. (He enters brandishing his pistol, checks the hall.) Brother Justin, you might want to
move to a more secure area. We may have a felon on the loose.
JUSTIN. Who cares? I've got problems of my own right now.
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JOHN CURTIS. Well, who licked the red off your candy?
JUSTIN. I'm desperate for advice. Do you know anything about women?
JOHN CURTIS. Well, I have acquired a sizeable amount of knowledge regarding the fairer sex.
However, "fairer sex" may be a misnomer because in my experience few, if any, have actually been fair
to me.
JUSTIN. Look, John Curtis, I made up my mind to ask Gina Jo to marry me on Christmas Eve and I
bought her this ring. See? (He fishes the box out of his pocket and hands it to John Curtis.}
JOHN CURTIS. Say, that's a beaut. This should make Miss Gina Jo a very happy, young lady.
JUSTIN. That's what I was hoping, but all of a sudden she's son of backed away from me and I don't
know what's gone wrong.
JOHN CURTIS. Ah yes. It's what we call the PFR - that's Primal Fear Response for you civilians. You
see, the female of the species is far more perceptive than the male and the instant she registers fear, she
has the good sense to flee. This explains why more male perps are apprehended. The way to outmaneuver
her natural instincts is to take her by surprise. My advice? An extraordinary proposal.
JUSTIN. Extraordinary? Like how?
JOHN CURTIS. Take my parents for example. Daddy knew how much Mama loved Moon Pies, so he
tucked her engagement ring right into the center of one. Now, as you may know, my Mama is a nibbler.
The woman always works the edges off a Moon Pie first before she goes after the center. Well, when she
finally bit into the middle, there that diamond was, sparkling in that fluffy, white goo. (He chokes up.)
Give me a moment. That part always tears me up.
JUSTIN. That's it! Thank you. Thank you, John Curtis. You have renewed my hope. (He pumps John
Curtis's hand and runs out.)
JOHN CURTIS. (Calling after him.) Just here to protect and to serve! You go get her, Buddy! (Then.)
Preacher Boy ain't got a prayer. Durn! Now I've got a hankering for a Moon Pie ...
(Blackout.)
Scene 5
Lights come up on the fellowship hall Frankie and Dub pace from opposite sides of the room, each
holding her/his aching back, stomachs protruding. Their paths cross in the middle of the room.
DUB. How you doin'?
FRANKIE. Hangin' in. You?
DUB. Same. (They continue to pace.) I just wish Justin would come back so I can get out of here. (Twink
enters from the sanctuary.) Hey,Twink. Good to see you outta the slammer. And you did a heck of a job
cleaning up Highway Twelve out by the Rendering Plant.
TWINK. Thanks, Dub. I - (She sniffs the air.) Good Lord, you smell like 25
DUB and FRANKIE. We know.
TWINK. So, did your wife tell you the big family secret she's been keeping from us? She was finally
thoughtful enough to mention the fact that we have a sister we never knew about!
FRANKIE. I'm sorry if y'all don't like the way I've handled this, but considering what you and Honey
Raye have done to the Futrelle family name in the past few years, you are in no position to pass
judgment!
TWINK. Dub, would you please tell your wife that I do not need another sister. In fact, I'm not even sure
I want to keep the two I've got.
FRANKIE. Twink, we can't pretend life doesn't throw us a few curves now and then ... (Pointing to her
stomach.) I give you Exhibit A. But we all have to find a way to deal with change. So as far as Rhonda
Lynn goes, I suggest you build a bridge and get over it.
JOHN CURTIS. (He enters from the sanctuary.) Twink Futrelle! You told me you were going to be in the
ladies room. However, when Ozella Smoot finished heavin' and staggered out of said ladies room, she
reported you had never been in there.
TWINK. Look, I needed to be alone. That's why I was up in the preacher's study.
JOHN CURTIS. I'll need a witness to verify that fact and that you did not violate your work-release
privilege by leaving the premises.
TWINK. You'll just have to trust me, John Curtis.
JOHN CURTIS. I see. Well, I hope you are telling the verifiable truth, because I just got a call from
Dispatch and your former fiancé, Wiley Hicks, has been reported as missing.
TWINK. (Shes way too calm.) Is that so?
DUB. Good Lord, Twink. What have you done?
FRANKIE. Haven't you gotten yourself into enough trouble without pulling another stunt?
TWINK. What? I haven't done anything to Wiley.
JOHN CURTIS. Look, the Sheriff wants me to proceed with the search for the missing person.
Maryjack's beside herself and the entire Cantata at the Baptist Church is in peril. Frankie, I'm entrusting
you with the custody of my prisoner until I return. (To Twink.) I surely hope you weren't involved in this.
(He hands Frankie his handcuffs.) Cuff her if you have to. (He exits into the parking lot.)
FRANKIE. You know, Twink, for someone who hasn't been able to talk about anything but revenge all
afternoon, it's mighty suspicious that you're suddenly tight-lipped on the topic.
TWINK. Maybe I'm just a little bit preoccupied with the news that I have another sister and that my very
own daddy was a womanizer.
FRANKIE. He was not! Rhonda Lynn was born months before Mama and Daddy were married. I told
you he never knew!
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RAYNERD. (He enters from the sanctuary in a shepherd's costume. He pulls his wagon.) Don't you just
love Christmas? I do. I love Christmas. Even though that mean little drummer boy stuck the polar bear
head on that sheep and nobody can get it off, but I think it looks real cute. (He stops at the buffet table
then turns to Frankie.) You ate all them corn dogs, didn't you? (He goes to Dub.) You were a good Santa
Claus at the Super SmartMart, and if you didn't smell so bad, they might've hired you at the mall.
DUB. Okay, that's it. I can't wait for Justin. I'm going home.
GENEVA. (She and Honey Raye burst in from the sanctuary.) You're not going anywhere, Dub
Dubberly. The cameras are ready, the church is packed and those folks are expecting a celebrity to appear.
You're coming with me.
DUB. Why? I'm no celebrity.
HONEY RAYE. No, you're not. But Santa Claus is.
FRANKIE. Dub cannot go out there. He's sick and needs to get home.
GENEVA. Which he's welcome to do ... right after he opens the show for us.
FRANKIE. I can't believe you're doing this.
GENEVA. Don't blame me. It wasn't my idea to throw out a show that's worked for twenty-seven years
and change everything around.
RAYNERD. (He picks up the bottle of pain killers and shakes it.) Hey, I could use a little bottle like this.
Can I have it?
HONEY RAYE. (She barely pays attention to Raynerd.) Yeah, go ahead. (He pockets the pill bottle.)
Look, Geneva, I can change anything I like. I'm the director.
GENEVA. Correction. You are the co-director. Which is why you will co-operate with me now. You
dragged me into this mess, but I'm gonna get us out! Okay, the show's startin', Vamanos, muchachos.
DUB. Boy howdy, the things you women get me into. (Dub, Honey Raye and Geneva exit into the
sanctuary.)
RAYNERD. (To Frankie.) I just love Christmas ... even though Santa stinks so bad it makes you want to
urp. (He exits. Blackout.)
Scene 6
Lights come up on a hallway behind the sanctuary. G.J. tiptoes through the hall. Justin sneaks up behind
her.
JUSTIN. G.J.! (She yelps and jumps back.) Oh, I'm sorry. Look, I know this is a big night for you and the
Program's what's on your mind, but I thought you might like a little snack before you go on. (He holds out
a brownie he's been hiding behind his back.) Here. It's a brownie. A special brownie. Just for you.
G.J. That's very nice of you, Justin. Matter of fact, I've been too nervous to eat a thing. I'm starved.
JUSTIN. Go ahead, then. Take a little bite.
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G.J. (She pops the entire brownie into her mouth, chews and swallows with difficulty.) Boy, that had some
big walnuts in it. Well, thanks again. Bye-bye. (She exits.)
JUSTIN. (He is horrified.} But ... But you just ...
GENEVA. (She storms in carrying a costume.) There you are. We just lost Wendall Poovey to the
Pancake Plague. So, forget doing the opening remarks. You're playing Joseph.
JUSTIN. But ... but I haven't been to any rehearsals. I don't know any of the lines.
GENEVA. (She puts the costume on him.) You're a preacher. You know darn well Joseph didn't have that
much say in the whole deal, anyway. (She puts a headdress into his hands.) Now slap that on your head
and haul butt to Bethlehem. (They exit. Blackout.)
Scene 7
A spotlight comes up on the "stage" in the sanctuary. A Christmas-y trumpet fanfare plays over the
church speakers. Honey Raye walks into the spotlight and addresses the audience.
HONEY RAYE. I'd like to welcome y'all this evening to the Tabernacle of the Lamb's Annual Christmas
Program. It's wonderful to see this church filled with friends and neighbors ready to focus on the real
reason for the season, remembering it's about the spiritual and not the material. In fact, I was just talking
to one of my valued customers down at Wynette's Dinette City where, now through New Year's Eve, we
are having our big, End-of-the-Year Twenty-five Percent Off Sale, and we agreed it's such a pity that
Christmas has become so commercialized. Anyway, thank you for coming. Now, tonight, you'll see lots
of non-traditional moments in our Program GENEVA. (She sticks her head into the spotlight.} Mixed in with traditional favorites from the previous,
much-loved twenty-seven productions.
HONEY RAYE. (She is miffed and covers as she pushes Geneva away.) Now, I know you're all looking
forward to the celebrity guest, as promised GENEVA. (She sticks her head into the spotlight again.) Although for twenty-seven years, we got along
just fine without a celebrity guest.
HONEY RAYE. And I know you're expecting Cee Cee Windham, hut we found somebody even better.
So, without further ado, we present Bethlehem-A-Palooza! with our celebrity guest for the evening ...
none other than ... SANTA CLAUS!!!
DUB. (He hesitantly enters the spotlight. Honey Raye leads the audience in applause, hands him an index
card. She and Geneva exit. Dub reads from the card.) It is a pleasure to celebrate Christmas Eve with my
fans. I want to thank all of you for watching my morning cooking show. And in the spirit of giving, I'm
here to share with you the recipe for my famous Butternut Squash Lasagna HONEY RAYE. (She darts into the light, yanks the card out of his hand and whispers.) Wing it! (She
exits.)
DUB. Uh... so, boys and girls, remember that I am a big Christmas celebrity, but ... uh ... there's a star in
the Christmas firmament that's much bigger than me. And we're here to celebrate his birth tonight. So,
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Ho, Ho, Ho-Ohhh! (He groans and grabs his back. The kidney stone is moving. He tries to pull himself
together.) Merry Christmas! And ... uh ... (Another horrible pain hits. He screams and grabs his back.)
OH, HOLY NIGHT!!! I mean ... (Another one hits.) OHHH, COME ALL YE FAITHFUL!
GENEVA. (She swoops into the spotlight. As she drags Dub off, she addresses the audience.) So, come
with us now to the little stable in the City of David, long, long, ago. (They exit the spotlight.)
DUB. (Unseen, he screams in torment) OHHH, LITTLE TOWN OF BETHLEHEM!!! (Blackout.)
Scene 8
A light comes up on another part of the "stage" in the sanctuary. G.J., as the Virgin Mary, kneels beside
the manger. An instrumental version of "Away in a Manger" plays throughout the scene.
G.J. My, oh, my. It sure is lonely here in the stable. I do wish Joseph was here with us. I wonder where he
could be. (Louder.) I said ... I wonder where he could be.
JUSTIN. (He enters abruptly as Joseph.) Sorry, Mary. I was ... uh, just double-checking to make sure
there was no room in the inn. (Beat.) Full up.
G.J. (She's surprised and whispers.) Where's Wendall?
JUSTIN. (Whispers.) He's sick. (Then, to the audience.) So, here we are in the stable and ... uh ... I'm sure
the cattle are lowing ... and, uh ... why, look. The baby awakes. And isn't that interesting? The little Lord
Jesus no crying he makes.
G.J. Yes, Joseph, we have been blessed on this very special night. And behold, a large, bright star
hoverereth over our humble stable.
JUSTIN. Uh ... Could we just hold off on that for a minute? I really can't wait any longer. Will you marry
me?
G.J. (She's horrified but covers.) Why, Joseph. Don't be silly. We're already married. Remember our big
wedding back in Galilee?
JUSTIN. (He drops to one knee.) Gina Jo Dubberly, before God and all these witnesses, I love you and
want us to share our lives and be a family. So, I'm asking you, will you marry me?
G.J. No! Don't ask me. Because I can't! I just can't! (She exits.)
JUSTIN. (He's aware of the audience and speaks to the doll in the manger.) Uh ... well, son, that was
pretty embarrassing.
DUB. (In excruciating pain, he lurches across stage) I can't take this pain anymore! Kill me! Somebody
shoot me in the head! (He exits.)
JUSTIN. (He addresses the doll.) But not as embarrassing as that.
(Blackout.)
Scene 9
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Lights come up on the fellowship hall. Frankie stands at the door to the kitchen and yells inside.
FRANKIE. It's your own fault, Twink. So just stay in there 'til you cool off. (Rhonda Lynn enters from
the parking lot wearing a coat and gloves.) Rhonda Lynn! I've been worried to death. Where have you
been?
RHONDA LYNN. I went for a drive. I just needed some time to think and calm down. Hey, who were
you just hollering at?
FRANKIE. Twink. She's been driving me crazy because I didn't tell her about you before now. And my
nerves are so frazzled, I couldn't take it. I handcuffed her to the oven door.
RHONDA LYNN. Wow. Remind me never to tick you off.
FRANKIE. I'm so sorry for causing this mess. I should've told Honey Raye and Twink when they had
time to absorb it.
RHONDA LYNN. Darlin', the truth is the truth and it had to be told. I'm disappointed with the way they
took it, but hey, I'm a very positive person. I know I can find ways to win them over.
HONEY RAYE. (She races in from the sanctuary and runs to the costume rack.) Wise Man down! Wise
Man down! Where's the frankincense?
I'm going on! (She grabs a beard, a robe and a crown and flies back into the sanctuary')
RHONDA LYNN. But I don't think I'll start on Honey Raye until tomorrow.
FRANKIE. Good idea. (Unseen, Patsy enters from the sanctuary and stops. She soaks up every word.)
RHONDA LYNN. You know, it's unbelievable to me that I spent my whole life 'til now not knowing I
had an entire family just one county over.
FRANKIE. I admire the courage it took to come find us. In that way, you're a lot like Daddy Brice.
RHONDA LYNN. Oh, I love hearing that.
FRANKIE. I'm sorry he's been gone for so long. He really was a good man.
RHONDA LYNN. I'll just have to depend on you to catch me up on who our daddy was. I want to learn
everything I can about our family. (She and Frankie hug.)
PATSY. Then I suggest you contact the State Department of Mental Health. No doubt they've done a case
study on this family that reaches back for generations.
FRANKIE. Patsy Price, I can't believe you're eavesdropping.
PATSY. Who has a choice, considering you Futrelles have made a cottage industry of airing your dirty
laundry in public. (To Rhonda Lynn.) You know, since only a few of us are privy to this gruesome secret,
it's not too late for you to catch the next Greyhound out of Fayro. Surely, you can fry chalupas anywhere.
RHONDA LYNN. I resent that. I'm proud to be a Futrelle.
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PATSY. You won't be. The Futrelles have reached the lowest rung of the social ladder. But what's
amazing is, just when everyone is sure they've hit rock bottom and can't go any lower, the Sisters Futrelle
pick up their shovels and start digging ..
FRANKIE. That's enough, Patsy. What did you come in here for?
PATSY. Apparently it's up to me to elevate this hog-calling into a production worthy of being televised
and I need - (just then, Raynerd enters from the sanctuary.)
RHONDA LYNN. Raynerd, Darlin', aren't you supposed to be onstage?
RAYNERD. Yes, but everything's slowed down because Miz Geneva's trying to catch that Santa Claus.
He's running all over the sanctuary screaming and yelling. You ask me, I don't think he's right in the head.
FRANKIE. Oh, poor Dub. The stone must be moving again.
RAYNERD. Hey, Miz Patsy. Want a ride in my wagon?
PATSY. The answer now and always will be "no." It's having to deal with people like you that's given me
this terrible headache. (To Frankie and Rhonda Lynn.) I need something to get rid of the pain.
RHONDA LYNN. I've got a sledgehammer in my van we could try.
FRANKIE. Good one, Rhonda Lynn.
RAYNERD. (He takes the bottle a/pain killers from his pocket.) You can take these.
PATSY. (She snatches the bottle and shakes two pills into her hand) It's only sheer desperation that
allows me to touch something you've pulled from your pocket. (She gulps down the pills and puts the pill
bottle on the table.)
FRANKIE. Raynerd, hon', go back out there and get ready to go on stage. I'm sure the other shepherds are
waiting for you ... if any of them are still able to stand.
RAYNERD. Okay. Then I better go load that sheep in my wagon. (He heads toward the sanctuary.) I just
love Christmas. I love Arbor Day, too, but it don't have any good songs. (He exits.)
PATSY. (Re: Raynerd.) Face it, the wheel is turning, but the hamster is dead. (Then.) Well, it's time for
me to step in and save this show with my moving and memorable interpretation of the Christmas Story.
You girls will just have to continue swirling down the drain without me. (She exits into the sanctuary]
RHONDA LYNN. That woman makes my skin crawl. I don't know how any of you can stand to - (She
picks up the pill bottle.) Oh, my Lord! Frankie, what Patsy just took is not aspirin!
FRANKIE. (She waddles to Rhonda Lynn.) These are Dub's pain killers. Doc Ballard told him one of
these things is strong enough to knock out a horse!
RHONDA LYNN. We should tell Patsy before it hits her.
FRANKIE and RHONDA LYNN. (Beat.) Naaah!!! (Blackout)
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A light comes up on a hallway behind the sanctuary justin, still dressed as Joseph, looks heavenward.
JUSTIN. Heavenly Father ... and you'll note I omitted the word “kind." That's right, I did it on purpose.
Because I've been asking you to help me propose to Gina jo, letting you take the lead on this and look
what's happened! Not very “kind" in my book. So now I've got no fiancée and no engagement ring, which
- need I remind you - is not exactly in a place I can retrieve it from at present. So I may as well be honest
with you, I am seriously considering a career change. There's an opening for Assistant Manager down at
the Bojangles Fried Chicken that I'm thinking I'll apply for. How would you like that? I mean, you've let
me down pretty bad today. I don't know anything worse you could put me through. (Just then, Dub
ricochets past Justin, clutching his back and yelling in mortal agony. He exits on the opposite side of the
stage.) Uhhh ... on second thought, I think I'll stick with preaching. Amen. (Blackout.)
Lights come up on the fellowship hall. Frankie sits as Rhonda Lynn straightens up the buffet table.
RHONDA LYNN.... and the farmer's truck broke down, right next to a mental institution. One of the
patients yelled through the fence, “Hey! Whatcha gonna do with all that manure?" The farmer said, "I'm
gonna go home and put it on my strawberries." The mental patient yelled back, “Well, we may be crazy,
but we put whipped cream on ours!" (They both laugh. Unseen by Frankie and Rhonda Lynn, Twink
tiptoes out of the kitchen, carrying the oven door that's still attached to her wrist by the handcuffs. She
heads toward the exit to the parking lot.)
FRANKIE. Lord, nothing beats a good manure joke. (Then, without looking.) Twink Futrelle, don't you
move another inch toward that door! (They turn to Twink.)
RHONDA LYNN. (Low, to Frankie.) I'll go call John Curtis. Looks like we're gonna need backup. (She
exits into the kitchen.)
TWINK. Look, I've had it with the shabby treatment I'm getting around here. Everyone is so suspicious of
me.
FRANKIE. Well, maybe the fact that you burned down half the town has colored our opinions.
HONEY RAYE. (Dressed in a Wise Man's costume, she flies in from the sanctuary) Gotta have an angel.
Gotta have an angel. Frankie, get me that halo and those wings now, now, NOW!
FRANKIE. Okay, but only because you asked so nice. (She goes to the costume rack.)
HONEY RAYE. Good Lord, not now! (She strips off the crown and the beard.) I am on fire! I don't know
why they call it menopause. There is no pause to it!
TWINK. Honey, Raye, if you see John Curtis before I do, tell him I'm ready to leave. I've had about all
the fun tonight I can stand.
HONEY RAYE. In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to bailout the Titanic with a thimble here, okay?
I'm not going to tell John Curtis anything, but there's something I am going to tell you. I've watched you
putting the moves on him every chance you get. You can Just keep your hands off John Curtis.
TWINK. You only go out with him when you can't snag the date you really want. You're JUStusing him.
HONEY RAYE. He's never seemed to mind.
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GENEVA. (She enters from the sanctuary) Okay people, listen up. Wiley Hicks has been located. He was
stripped down to his jockey shorts, strapped to the cannon in front of the VFW Hall and covered in green
dye. He had a big sign hung around his neck: "I'm gettin' nothin' for Christmas, 'cause I ain't been nothin'
but bad." The gals from the Red Hats were out caroling when they found him. Once they quit laughing,
they called the police.
FRANKIE. Oh, my God! Is Wiley alright?
GENEVA. Half-frozen, but he'll live. Sorry, Twink.
JOHN CURTIS. (He enters from the parking lot.) Hey, folks, I've got some info for you. Wiley Hicks has
been found _
GENEVA. I already told them that.
JOHN CURTIS. And he was covered inGENEVA. I already told them that, too.
JOHN CURTIS. Darn it, Geneva. It was my news.
GENEVA. Then you should've gotten here a little faster.
JOHN CURTIS. Did you tell them he was blindfolded and didn't see who his attacker was?
GENEVA. No, I didn't know that part.
JOHN CURTIS. Ah ha! Then until you're wearing a badge on your chest, I advise you to keep your lip
zipped.
HONEY RAYE. So, Twink, been by the VFW lately?
TWINK. I'm telling y'all, I didn't do it. But I sure hope whoever did, took pictures, 'cause I would love an
eight-by-ten glossy.
FRANKIE. (She hands Honey Raye the costume.) Here's your angel costume.
HONEY RAYE. (She grabs it.) Oh, my God, I forgot! I'm on.
GENEVA. And that's the other thing I have to tell you. Doyce Pender just had a relapse and it doesn't
look like Elvis is leaving the men's room any time soon.
HONEY RAYE. Oh, no! It was going to be the highlight of the show! I was so proud of that idea.
GENEVA. Probably because it was the only good one you had. There's only one person who can save this
show now. (She turns to John Curtis.) Deputy Buntner, it's time for you to put on some blue suede shoes.
JOHN CURTIS. Why, I ... I can't. I mean, I just ... it just seems sacrilegious.
GENEVA. God won't mind a little rock 'n' roll on Christmas Eve.
JOHN CURTIS. It's not that. I'm talking about impersonating The King. It just feels wrong.
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HONEY RAYE. But we all know you can sing. We need you. Do it for me.
JOHN CURTIS. I just don't think I could bring myself to do it.
TWINK. Then would you do it for me?
JOHN CURTIS. (He hesitates, then.) Oh, alright. If it'll save the show. But I draw the line at hip-swivelin'
in front of the Holy Family. I have to be able to live with myself (Twink gives Honey Raye a triumphant
look and leads John Curtis to the sanctuary. Honey Raye, fuming, follows them as they exit.)
FRANKIE. Can John Curtis really pull this off?
GENEVA. Not without the hip-swivelin', And I never thought you'd hear me say this, but thank God
Patsy Price is up next ... (Blackout.)
Scene 12
A spotlight comes up on the "stage" in the sanctuary. Honey Raye has barely finished getting into the
angel costume as she steps into the light. A shiny star is still prominently stitched over each breast.
HONEY RAYE. And now we come to the moment in our program - (A loud wolf whistle is heard
offstage. She looks down, quickly covers herself and turns around to look for the culprit. She is unaware
there is a large star stitched on her behind) I'd like to remind whoever it was who did that, you are still in
a house of worship. (Then, to the audience.) As is tradition on Christmas Eve, we will now have a reading
of the Christmas Story from the Book of Luke. And here to do the honors, is none other than Fayro's own,
Patsy Price. (Patsy enters, wobbles toward Honey Raye, doesn't stop and keeps on going.) Patsy. Patsy?
Over here.
PATSY. Huh? Oh, sorry. (She crosses back and gets into place. Then, to Honey Raye.) You're not going
to just stand there and stare, are you? (Honey Raye exits. Patsy opens her Bible.) "And it came to pass in
those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus." That's a funny name. (She looks at the
audience.) You want to know another funny name? Nelbert. (She laughs.) Nel-bert. (She laughs again.)
Sorry ... back to the Bible. (She reads.) "So there went out a decree that all the world should be taxed."
And they'd still be trying to do that but some of us wised up and moved our assets to the Cayman Islands.
(She gets tickled, loosens up.) Anyhoo, back to our story ... You know who else writes a good story?
Danielle Steele. But I doubt she'll ever top Passion's Promise. (She wobbles.) You know, it would be a lot
easier for me to read this if you people would stop spinning around. Seriously, I want you to stop ... Oh,
no, wait! I know what I really want. I want to tell you this - (She starts to sing sultrily.)
UP ON THE HOUSETOP REINDEER PAUSE
OUT JUMPS GOOD OLD SANTA CLAUS
DOWN THROUGH THE CHIMNEY WITH LOTS OF
TOYSALL FOR THE LITTLE ONES, CHRISTMAS JOYS
(She starts to dance provocatiuely.)
HO, HO HO! WHO WOULDN'T GO? HO, HO HO!
WHO WOULDN'T GO?
(Honey Raye and Geneva, on opposite sides of the "stage" both try to catch Patsy as she shimmies past
them. They fail.)
UP ON THE HOUSETOP, CLICK, CLICK,CLICK
DOWN THROUGH THE CHIMNEY WITH OLD
SAINT NICK
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(Geneva hurries offstage and hauls Patsy off. Blackout.)
Scene 13
Lights come up on the fellowship hall Dub, still in his Santa suit, is on his back on the downstage left
table. Frankie hovers over him.
FRANKIE. You sure you wouldn't rather have a chair?
DUB. I'm not moving. This kidney stone's lodged again and I'm not about to risk knockin' it loose one
more time.
FRANKIE. Then at least take one of your pain pills.
DUB. Much as I want to, I've decided it's more important for me to be coherent when you go into labor.
I'm gonna be there for you.
FRANKIE. That's probably the sweetest thing you've ever said to - (She puts her hand on his arm.)
DUB. Don't touch me! You'll make the stone move!
FRANKIE. Just look at us. Aren't we the spry, young things to be bringing two babies into the world?
DUB. Yeah, that and the fact that we're in no financial position to raise two more kids pretty well
completes the picture.
FRANKIE. We won't get any sleep.
DUB. They'll tear up the house.
FRANKIE. We'll never have anything nice.
DUB. Everything we own will be sticky for years to come.
FRANKIE. (Beat. Then, sincerely:) Ooh, I can't wait 'til they get here.
DUB. Me, too. I'm so excited.
G.J. (She enters from the sanctuary, in costume, mascara smeared down her cheeks. She attempts an
upbeat tone.) Why, hi, Mama. Hi, Daddy.
DUB. Hi, Baby Girl. You come to check on your poor, ol' parents?
FRANKIE. G.J., you're crying.
G.J. (She sobs.) No, I'm not.
DUB. Sure she is. That's because Justin proposed and she's just so happy she can't help it. Right,
Princess?
G.J. (She bawls.) I told him noooooooooooo.
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FRANKIE. Why, Sweetheart?
G.J. You've said over and over how you're both too old to be raising kids again. (Unseen by the others,
Justin enters from the sanctuary, still in costume.) And since Tina Jo's married and Aunt Honey's got her
dinette business and Aunt Twink's in jail, it's up to me to help you. So, I'm just gonna concentrate on
inseminating during the day and taking care of babies at night. Getting married'll just have to wait.
JUSTIN. That's the reason you turned me down? I thought it was because you didn't love me anymore.
G.J. Oh, no, Justin. I love you with all my heart, but I've been trying to love you less and not be around
you so much, because I knew you were going to ask me to marry you. I didn't want it to hurt so bad when
I had to say no.
DUB. (To Frankie.) Lord, were these two made for each other, or what?
FRANKIE. Gina Jo, that's so sweet. But Dub and I are going to be just fine raising these boys. We're
looking forward to it. So, if you really want to make us happy, go find happiness for yourself. And if you
want a little advice, (Re: Justin.) I think it could be standing right beside you.
G.J. I was just trying to do the right thing.
JUSTIN. And now you have your chance. (He gets down on one knee, then looks heavenward) Okay, can
we try this again? (Then.) Gina Jo, will you marry me?
G.J. (She turns to her parents. Frankie nods a vigorous 'Yes'; Dub gives her a thumbs up. Back to Justin.)
Yes, I will marry you.
DUB. You sure about joining this family, son?
JUSTIN. I've never been more sure about anything in my whole life.
DUB. Okay, but remember, the toughest years of a marriage are the ones after the wedding.
JUSTIN. I'll bear that in mind. (He and G.J kiss and embrace.)
DUB. Well, so far tonight we've added a fry cook and a preacher to the family.
G.J. Oh, Justin, I've been so miserable trying to stay away from you, in fact, it's made me sick at my
stomach.
JUSTIN. Uh. .. it's probably something else doing that. You know the brownie you ate? I hid your
engagement ring in there.
FRANKIE. You what?!
JUSTIN. I was just trying to make the whole thing more dramatic.
DUB. And in just a little while, I bet it's gonna be.
G.J. Oh. Well ... it is the thought that counts. And what a very unusual way to get an engagement ring. I
can't wait to see it ... I guess.
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GENEVA. (She flies in from the sanctuary.) Okay, people, listen up. You've just missed the moment
we've been waitin' for our entire lives. Patsy Price made a complete fool of herself in front of half the
population of Fayro.
FRANKIE. Oh, I wish I'd seen that.
GENEVA. You will, every year on cable access. Now, I've gotta move fast. Raynerd Chisum's onstage
alone and I've got to find a way to lure him off. G.J., hand me that pan of brownies.
G.J. (She picks it up and turns to Justin.) There's no jewelry in the rest of these, right?
JUSTIN. Not that I'm aware of.
GENEVA. Do I want to know what any of that means?
FRANKIE, DUB, G.J. and JUSTIN. No! (Geneva grabs the brownies and exits. Blackout.)
Scene 14
A spotlight comes up on Raynerd in his shepherd costume, his wagon at his side. He's taken Patsy's place
on the "stage" in the sanctuary.
RAYNERD. I just love Christmas. Bet y'all do, too. (He looks around, then back to the audience.) See,
this is the part of the program where Miz Patsy was gonna tell the Christmas story, but I don't think she's
coming back. But you can't do this right without the story and I know how to say it real good 'cause I just
love Christmas. (He clears his throat, then.) "And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in
the field, keeping watch over their flock by night, and, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the
glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, fear
not: For, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born
this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; ye
shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. 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."
(Beat.) Well, there you go. Now I'm gonna go get me some fruitcake if Miz Frankie hasn't eat it all up. I
just love Christmas. (He exits.)
(Blackout.) [Authors' Note: Raynerd’s delivery of the Bible passages should be sincere, simple and real
and SHOULD NOT be played for comic effect']
Scene 15
Lights come up on the fellowship hall. Frankie hovers over Dub, who is still lying on the table. G.J and
Justin are kissing.
DUB. They still at it?
FRANKIE. Oh, yeah. And it doesn't look like it's going to end any time soon.
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DUB. Then, give me a hand, Sugar. If we don't break 'em up, those two are gonna suck all the oxygen
right out of this room. (She helps him sit up, just as Honey Raye and Twink enter from the sanctuary. G.J
and Justin come out of the clinch.)
TWINK. Y'all won't believe what just happened.
FRANKIE. The way things are going tonight, don't be so sure.
HONEY RAYE. No, this is a good thing. After Patsy Price almost tanked the program, Raynerd Chisum
got up and recited the Christmas Story by heart.
TWINK. I don't think I've ever heard it told so beautifully.
HONEY RAYE. That sweet, little man just saved my show. He gave us a second chance.
G.J. Well, that is what Christmas is all about, right? Second chances?
JUSTIN. She's right. On that very first Christmas, mankind was given a second chance. They really drive
that one home at the Seminary.
DUB. Well, the whole deal is kinda dependent on that concept.
G.J. Hey! When you really think about it, a lot of us have been getting second chances. I got a second
chance to accept Justin's marriage proposal HONEY RAYE.
Oh, Shug, that's great!
TWINK.
Congratulations!
G.J. And Daddy, you and Mama are getting a second chance to be parents. Aunt Twink, the state of Texas
is giving you a second chance come this May. And Aunt Honey Raye, you directing this Christmas
Program gave you a second chance to fix your terrible reputation.
HONEY RAYE. Hey, my reputation's not that- Oh, who am I kidding?
FRANKIE. (To Twink and Honey Raye.) Well, since we're all getting second chances, the two of you
might want to think about giving your new sister one. I mean, whether we're born into it or go out and
find it, isn't family the best gift of all?
TWINK. (Beat. Then, to Honey Raye.) Well ... it is Christmas.
RHONDA LYNN. (She bursts through the door from the sanctuary.) It's unbelievable what's going on
out there. I didn't think anything could top what Raynerd just did, but then John Curtis walked on and I
swear, he was The King. When he sang, "Love Thee Tender" folks stood up on the pews and screamed!
(John Curtis swaggers in from the sanctuary, still in costume.)
JOHN CURTIS. The King is in the house!
RHONDA LYNN. John Curtis, you rock!
JOHN CURTIS. (A la Elvis.) Why, thank you. Thank you very much.
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GENEVA. (She roars in from the sanctuary.) Okay, people, listen up. It's official. For some reason, those
folks out there think this has been the funniest, most excitin' and uplifting Christmas program they've ever
seen.
HONEY RAYE. You're kiddin! Don't they knowGENEVA. Don't question it, just take the credit. It's always worked for me. Now, here's the thing: Ozella
Smoot pulled it together and she's finishing up "0 Holy Night." So, I say we get out there and wrap this
sucker up while everyone's still on a high.
HONEY RAYE. Let's take it on home with a group sing-along.
GENEVA. You do know your stuff. Play your cards right and we'll be directing the Easter Pageant
together. Okay, people. Forward! (She leads the charge out into the sanctuary. G.J. and Justin follow
her.)
DUB. You sure you can do this?
FRANKIE. I think so. How about you?
DUB. Sugar Bear, as long as we're together, I think we can get through anything. (They kiss.)
FRANKIE. Remember you said that, 'cause I just had my first contraction. (She grabs his hand. They
exit.)
JOHN CURTIS. (He pulls Twink to him.) You know, Twink, I don't care if it was you who hijacked
Wiley. He got what he deserved. This investigation is closed. (He dips her and kisses her.) Now come on,
ladies, let's make this church house rock. (He swaggers to the exit.)
HONEY RAYE. G.J. was wrong. John Curtis is your second chance, Twink and I'm happy for you.
Especially since he's not going to bring you up on charges for what you did to Wiley tonight.
TWINK. For the last time, I didn't touch him! You honestly think I could kidnap Wiley, dye him green,
then hoist him up Onto that cannon? Come on! What woman is strong enough to '" (Beat. She and Honey
Raye stare at each other. They turn to Rhonda Lynn.)
HONEY RAYE. Uh ... Rhonda Lynn? I've noticed you're wearing gloves. Aren't you a little warm?
RHONDA LYNN. No, I'm fine.
TWINK. Why don't you take them off, anyway?
RHONDA LYNN. (She hesitates, then slowly pulls the gloves off. Her hands are bright green.) I told you
I was strong from lifting all those sacks of potatoes.
TWINK. You're the one who did that to Wiley?
RHONDA LYNN. Well, when you two reacted the way you did to the news that I'm your sister, I went
for a drive to clear my head. I saw Wiley Hicks walking toward First Baptist with a smug look on his face
and ... something just snapped. I slammed on the brakes, threw a tablecloth over his head, tossed him into
the van, stripped him and poured green food coloring all over him before I knew what I was doin', Then
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somehow I wound up at the VFW, strapping him to the cannon. And that metal was cold. Wiley screamed
like a girl.
HONEY RAYE. But why did you do it?
RHONDA LYNN. Isn't that what sisters are supposed to do '" stand up for each other, no matter what it
takes?
TWINK. That depends. Did you get any pictures?
RHONDA LYNN. Enough to fill a scrapbook, Darlin'.
HONEY RAYE. Twink, I believe we are looking at a passionate, impulsive woman who puts family first
to the extent she will bend the law for nothing more than pure, petty revenge.
TWINK. Oh, my Lord! She really is a Futrellel (To Rhonda Lynn.) Welcome to the family, Sister. (The
three of them hug. Blackout.)
Scene 16
Lights come up on the "stage" in the sanctuary. Geneva takes a step forward Frankie, Dub, G.J. Justin,
john Curtis, Twink and Rhonda Lynn stand behind her. Honey Raye joins Geneva in front of the group.
GENEVA. Okay, people, listen up. We're mighty proud y'all could come out tonight and celebrate
Christmas Eve with us here at The Tabernacle of the Lamb. We've had a good time and hope you did, too.
JUSTIN. (Stepping forward.) And those of you watching at home on cable access, come on down and see
us some Sunday. There's always something excitin' going on.
HONEY RAYE. Now, let's wrap up this Bethlehem-A-Palooza with a good, old-fashioned sing-along.
We'll do the first verse of "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" and finish it off with "Joy to the World."
GENEVA. Now, don't be shy about it. We need you to sing right out. (She turns and looks offstage.)
Alright, Tenny. Hit it! (The music starts as Honey Raye and Geneva lead the audience in song:)
HONEY RAYE and GENEVA.
HARK! THE HERALD ANGELS SING,
"GLORY TO THE NEWBORN KING;
PEACE ON EARTH, AND MERCY MILD;
GOD AND SINNERS RECONCILED."
JOYFUL, ALL VE NATIONS, RISE,
JOIN THE TRIUMPH OF THE SKIES;
WITH ANGELIC HOSTS PROCLAIM,
CHRIST IS BORN IN BETHLEHEM."
HARK THE HERALD ANGELS SING,
"GLORY TO THE NEWBORN KING."
HONEY RAYE. Let's really knock it out of the park on "Joy to the World." (During the song, Frankie is
hit with a big contraction. Before Dub can get to her, he doubles over in pain. G.J is seized by a stomach
ache. John Curtis, Twink, Rhonda Lynn and Justin start to help Frankie, Dub and G.J offstage. When
Honey Raye notices the disturbance, she falls back to help. Geneva leads the audience through to the end
of the song.)
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GENEVA.
JOY TO THE WORLD! THE LORD IS COME;
LET EARTH RECEIVE HER KING;
LET EVERY HEART PREPARE HIM ROOM,
AND HEAVEN AND NATURE SING,
AND HEAVEN AND NATURE SING,
AND HEAVEN, AND HEAVEN AND NATURE SING.
(Behind her, the others exit.) Well, uh ... thanks for coming. Now, we've got to get these folks over to the
hospital, and if any of you want to send flowers, just call BooKoo Bokay. The number's in your program.
Merry Christmas to y'all and to y'all a good night!
(She exits. The "stage" lights dim slightly. Beat. Raynerd starts across the stage, pulling his wagon. In it,
Patsy Price, passed out, is sprawled all akimbo. He pulls the wagon and sings the final line of "Silent
Night")
RAYNERD. SLEEP IN HEAVENLY PEACE ...
(They exit. Curtain.)
End of Play
PROPERTY LIST
Telephone
Microphone
Notepad
White garment
Silver stars
Needle and thread
Sewing machine
Scraps of fabric
Toolbox
Clothes rack of various costumes
Santa suit, beard and hat
Pillow
Various headdresses, props, etc.
Buffet table with trays of snacks,
Chafing dish, plates, utensils,
Tub of soft drinks, Saltine crackers
Doll wrapped in blanket
Tweezers
Woman's purse
Mug of eggnog
Bible
Flashy Christmas sweaters
Little red wagon
Rifle
Handcuffs
Leg shackles
Long coat
Backpack
Brown turtleneck sweater
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Reindeer antlers and red nose
Large box
Lighter
Camera
Scrapbook
Nail file
Makeup
Large prescription bottle of pills
Brownie cakes
Headdress for "Joseph" - husband of Mary
Index card
Beard, robe and crown (Wise Man)
Flask
Oven door
Halo and wings
Green latex gloves (to simulate green food coloring stained hands)
Pair of gloves
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