Christmas Musicals for Church
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wants to share with me: magic snowmen, flying reindeer, or danc- ing sugarplums. (Chuckling, he randomly picks a page and begins reading, as his tone im- mediately changes.) "It was Christmas 1944. Betsie… had died. I was in a hospital barracks… in Ravensbruck… a concentration camp for helping hide some Jews. There were Christmas trees in the street between the barracks. Why, I don't know…" (looking up, bewildered) What…? (He turns to the front of the book, and as he reads, a light comes up on the figure of CORRIE TEN BOOM [in her 80's]. CORRIE'S voice overlaps KYLE's and then she speaks on her own.) "My name is Corrie ten Boom and I want to tell you (their voices overlap) (a little bit of what I remember about Christmases in my life.) CORRIE TEN BOOM: (…a little bit of what I remember about Christmases in my life.) (KYLE continues to read silently as CORRIE speaks on her own.) I am now eighty-four years old. I am going to tell you how Betsie and I celebrated Christmas in Holland. Our Christmas treats were always the same. The Christmas bread had a bit of powdered sugar on it and raisins. There was an orange for every child, too. At that time there were no sweet ones in the whole of Holland, and I remember the sour taste! But it was a joy – a special Christ- mas joy. I can remember Christmas Eve stories… and Father, who read the Bible… and made it so clear to us that Christmas was for all of us. For me. Jesus came… for me…" (ten Boom, Corrie (1976). Corrie's Christmas Memories. Old Tappan, NJ: F. H. Rev- ell Co. With ellipses edits) ]22 (Music starts for "2,000 Decembers Ago.") (KYLE continues to silently read, engrossed, as the lights fade on CORRIE [or she slowly exists.] Lights up on the choir and soloist as they sing "2,000 Decembers Ago.") Song: 2,000 Decembers Ago (At the conclusion of "2,000 Decembers Ago" the lights dim on the choir. KYLE, still deep in his book, reads aloud.) KYLE: Corrie writes: "I know that Christmas is not a short and transient gladness. It is a joy unspeakable and full of glory. This Christmas 118 For Preview Only