The following scenc takes place approximately half way through through the musical. It is farily typical of the level of complexity and the "flow" of the play. i.e the music is integral to the flow of the story, and the music often flows right out of spoken dialogue.
Narrator: (Papa's actions reflect the narration.)
So Papa Panov didn't go to sleep that night at all. He brewed himself some coffee,
and sat in his old chair facing the shop window, waiting to see who would be the
first person to come down the street. He was so excited by the thought of meeting
Jesus, that his tiredness melted away and the night seemed to pass much more
quickly than normal.
Narrator: (speaking over introduction music)
The first light was just starting to illuminate the town when Papa Panov spotted a
figure coming up the street... (Papa Panov sits up in his chair, watching excitedly...)
(Action shifts outside. A man is coming up the road, shovelling (or sweeping) snow,
looking very tired and cold, but determined to do his job. Once he gets close enough to be
recognised by Papa Panov, Papa slumps back noticeably disappointed, and then gets up
and busies himself making coffee.)
I'm cold and alone this Christmas day,
Keeping the streets and pathways clear,
Working so hard to keep others on their way,
But I'm tired and freezing out here.
The snow is hard and it's packed down tight,
There's a lot that needs to be cleared,
But until it's all done, then my job's understood,
And I have to stay out here.
It's a lonely job by myself in the cold,
But I'm used to being alone,
There's not many folk here who have much time for me,
They have families of their own.
I'd like to be tucked up in my bed,
Warm, safe and cozy sleeping there,
've got to work out here in this bitter cold,
Won't somebody show me that they care?
Papa Panov: (from the door of his shop)
Hey there, old chap! It's Stepanich isn't it? Yes I thought so... Why don't you put
that down for a bit and come in for a rest. You look half frozen. How about a nice
cup of hot coffee, that'd do you good, eh?
Well you know, I don't mind if I do come inside for a bit. It certainly is cold out
here. (He goes inside and tries to find somewhere to wipe off his boots.)
Oh, don't worry about your boots, I can clean up later! Come! Sit down!
Thank you very much.
Here's your coffee. (He hands Stepanich a mug of coffee. Stepanich drinks gratefully,
warming his hands on the mug. Papa continues.) It's nice to have a bit of company and
I'm sure you could do with a sit down. Happy Christmas Stepanich.
I don't know much about a Happy Christmas, I've still got to work keeping the
streets clear for the rest of the villagers. But it's certainly good to be in out of the
cold for a while. You're very kind. Mmm, this coffee is excellent. (He looks up to find
Papa Panov looking anxiously out of the window.) Are you expecting someone? I'm
not in the way am I?
No, of course you're not. It's just that... well, I am expecting someone. It will probably
sound strange to say it out loud, but I'm expecting Jesus Christ himself!
Papa Panov: (laughing)
I'll let you into a secret - for a moment when I saw you coming up the street right
in the distance, I thought you might be him! What a silly old man I am.
Um, why are you expecting Jesus?
Last night I was reading my Bible... (to Stepanich) can you read?...
Stepanich: (shaking his head)
No, but Iive heard stories about Jesus.
Well, I may have been half asleep, but I think I actually heard Jesus' voice. He told
me to expect him today.
Jesus Will Come - Reprise
Jesus will come,
He'll come to me,
He said he would,
He said I'd see,
He said to watch,
To see him come,
I'll see him yet,
In this poor home.
(Music continues under the next lines.)
Well I hope your dream comes true, Papa. But I really ought to be getting along
now - the streets won't clear themselves you know. (He gets up and goes to the door.)
Happy Christmas, Stepanich.
Happy Christmas, and thank you.
I thank you kind sir for what you've done,
Taking me in to share your day,
Now I'm refreshed and I'm ready to go on,
With my sweeping and clearing the way.
(Stepanich leaves the stage. Papa Panov comes to his doorway, looking anxious.)
I hope I didn't miss Jesus. I'm sure I didn't miss anyone, but... Oh, if only I knew
who to look for... (He goes back inside, and busies himself making some soup for his lunch.)
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