The Christmas Play
Everything was ready. She’d been working on the project for three months.
The actors knew their parts, the costumes were ready. The music had been chosen carefully, now, it was just a matter of sitting back and watching the play.
Her son smiled at her: “A Christmas Carol? You know the only reason I watch that is because you’re obsessed with it!”
“Yeah, but this one’s different, this one I’ve put on…you’ll like it!”
The snow began to fall on the evening of the 22nd…the play was to open on the 23rd.
The gentle flurry turned into a blizzard.
The city was completely covered in snow in a matter of hours. The power went down at dawn.
At 5:00 she somehow reached the theater, no one was there. No one came.
Her son drove up in his car.
“I thought I’d find you here.”
“Yeah…well, hope is always the last to die.”
“Let’s go get some hot chocolate…maybe you can open tomorrow night.”
“No…The Nutcracker is scheduled.” She sighed. He gave her a hug and they both got into their cars heading for home…
There was nothing left for her to do but walk away.
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