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feudal japan, 1186 two samurai at dawn face off in a showdown under the willow trees two swords, sharper than wit lie compulsively in sheaths five solemn paces on brown autumn leaves one two (he smells steamed salmon through the paper walls of his home) three four (for a second, his thoughts wander, admiring the houses in the valley below) five six stop. silence but for the deafening sound of a rising star fingers like wound up rubber band pistols trace beelines to wooden handles a bonsai tre...

This is the story of how Santa Claus, or Father Christmas, died. Back when the world was black and white and very badly drawn, far far away, way up in the North Pole, lived Santa in a lighthouse with a mole. Santa was a jolly old man, one who spied on people as they grew, like most old men likely do. He’d sneak outside kids’ bedrooms and into windows he’d peer through. Late at night, when all was dark and when no one was in sight, Santa would go to town, and creep around. He’d climb down thei...

Characters: Paul: male John: Paul’s friend Jill: John’s wife Setting:A small room with a small table. Two chairs are around the table. Cutlery and plates are on the table. Each scene begins with narration over a dark stage after which, lights. Scenes Two to Five begin the exact same way except for the number of characters entering. Scene One John: (Offstage, Narrating) Blessed bacon. Ham. The ham god has blessed us with much ham. And we thank thee. (Paul enters right. In his arms is a brown c...