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"Unto you is born this day in the City of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord."

 

TIME: December 1899.

 

PLACE: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

 

PURPOSE or Theme: To tell, in a new way, the sacred story of the coming of the Christ Child.

 

PLOT: Jan van Bol, an elderly American artist of Dutch descent, famous as a painter of landscapes, dreams of knocking at the gates of heaven, only to have Saint Peter tell him he has never painted anything to honor his Creator, who gave him his talent.

When he wakes, Van Bol vows to undertake a series of paintings on the life of the Christ, starting with his birth in Bethlehem. He asks his sister Margaretha to read from the Bible all the passages that record the holy event.

As Margaretha reads, the Virgin Mary, Joseph, and many other biblical characters mentioned (and some who are not) appear on stage in a series of mini-scenes.

Then Van Bol, working day and night, "paints" these persons on his enormous canvas. He depicts the shepherds, the host of angels, the three kings, all gathered in the Bethlehem stable to adore the Christ Child and to present Him gifts. Van Bol calls his painting

 

THE ADORATION.

 

When Van Bol unveils his work, the painting comes to life. The characters speak as if it were the holy night when Christ was born.

In the denouement the old artist dreams that Saint Peter admires the painting and invites Van Bol to come back up to heaven and paint a picture of the pearly gates.

BACKGROUND SCRIPTURE:

Luke 2; Matthew 2; Psalm 72:10; Isaiah 9:6b; Isaiah 40:11; John 10:1-16; Hebrews 6:20; Isaiah 61:1; Luke 4:18; Luke 1:31-35.

 

CHARACTERS: (in the order of appearance):

Margaretha van Bol, a well educated, devout lady of Philadelphia, sister of Jan van Bol.

Jan van Bol, a famous American landscape artist, well advanced in years.

Katie, a maid in the Van Bol household.

Saint Peter

A Roman Senator

Caesar Augustus

Joseph

Mary

Ahab, Bethlehem innkeeper

Athaliah, the innkeeper's wife

Jethro, a shepherd

Ezra, a shepherd

Jonathan, son of Jethro

Joel, son of Ezra

Angel of the Lord

Host of angels (not less than 7)

King Herod

Herod's Advisor, Amariah

Chief Priest, Ahijah

Kaspar, king of Tarshish and the Isles of the Sea

Balthasar, king of Sheba

Melchior, king of Seba

Christ Child (a baby two or three months old)

(Total: 12 women, 14 men, 2 boys, and 1 baby)

 

THE SCENES

ACT I

Scene 1: It is late, the first Saturday evening in December, 1899, at the van Bol residence.

Scene 2: At the Pearly Gates, during Jan's dream.

 

ACT II

Scene 1: Early Sunday morning, in Jan's studio.

Scene 2: A street in Rome, when Caesar Augustus was in power.

Scene 3: The home of Mary and Joseph, in Nazareth.

Scene 4: At the Bethlehem Inn, late in the afternoon.

Scene 5: In the Shepherds' Field near Bethlehem, in twilight.

Scene 6: The throne room of King Herod's palace in Jerusalem.

 

ACT III

Scene 1: A day in mid-December, in the spare room of the van Bol residence, where Jan has his painting well underway.

Scene 2: Late Saturday afternoon of the same week, in Jan's studio, where Margaretha and Katie are wrapping Christmas presents for orphan children.

Scene 3: That same afternoon, in the spare room, where--after working day and night--Jan has completed the painting.

Scene 4: A short time later, in Jan van Bol's studio, where the exhausted old artist is taking a nap.

 

 

SCRIPT

 

ACT I

Scene 1. Late Saturday evening, at the Van Sol residence in Philadelphia. Jan and Margaretha have just returned from a banquet held in his honor. He wears tails and top hat, carries a cane and a very large framed certificate. Margaretha's evening gown is lavish; so is her fur cape. She wears gloves, much jewelry, and a feather-adorned headpiece. Both are highly elated over the festivities they have just enjoyed.

Katie, in her maid's uniform, follows the two into Jan's studio. She is carrying an Aladdin kerosene lamp with one hand and suppressing a yawn with the other

The studio has a table, two chairs, a couch, easels and other painting supplies, several landscape paintings, an unfinished sketch of a tree, a washstand with a bowl and water pitcher. Jan's well-worn, paint-smeared smock and cap hang on the back of the stand.

Margaretha is talking excitedly as the three enter.

MARGARETHA: Jan, I tell you everything was marvelous! Just absolutely marvelous! The banquet! The speeches! What they said about you! And your high honor!

And the people there! The governor! His honor the mayor! Everybody who is anybody in Philadelphia! 

And all those artists--from Boston and New York and everywhere! Oh, Jan, it was all just perfect! Didn't you think so?

JAN: in joking tone Well, Sis, I wouldn't go so far as the say perfect! But, I must admit the festivities were highly gratifying to an old worn-out Dutchman like me. But I don't deserve half they said.

Looks at certificate, lays it on table

I can't call myself a "master landscape artist."

MARGARETHA: You are too, a master landscape artist! Let me take a good look at your plaque.

Turns to Katie as she picks up framed certificate

Katie, hold the lamp here so I can read what Mister Jan's fancy certificate says.

Katie holds lamp near M.

To Jan Do you think the university would establish an endowed chair in your honor if you weren't the best artist in the whole country? You just don't know how good you are, Jan.

Begins reading from certificate

"The Society of Master Painters of America is proud to confer on Jan van Bol the title 'Master Landscape Artist' and to award to him this SCROLL OF HONOR in recognition of his unequaled achievements and the great and lasting contributions he has made to art in America. With his magic brush, and in a style akin to that of the great seventeenth century European artists, he has captured on canvas scenes that will be acclaimed for centuries to come."

KATIE: as she sets lamp on table Mister Jan, that sounds mighty important!

JAN: Thank you, Katie.

MARGARETHA: Ah, Jan, I tell you I'm proud to be your sister!

Still holds certificate

JAN: Why, thank you, Margaretha. Hearing you say that means much to me.

Takes off hat, hands it to Katie

Ah, me. Sighs deeply I'm about dead on my feet. Sinks down on couch All that excitement and being up so late is almost too much for me.

KATIE: to M. Ma'am, will there be anything else you or Mister Jan will be wantin' tonight? Tea and cakes, or anything?

MARGARETHA: Not for me, Katie. Puts certificate on table As you know, we've just been to a big banquet; and I don't think I'll be hungry for a week!

JAN: Well, I'm hungry now. I was so excited at the banquet I guess I forgot to eat. Katie, you can bring me a glass of milk and a thick slice of bread. And butter. And plum preserves. Lots of preserves. And, a little stack of teacakes.

KATIE: Yes, Sir. Exits, carrying top hat

JAN: calling after K. An apple, too!

MARGARETHA: I noticed you hardly touched your plate. Takes off gloves, headpiece as she starts out I'm going to turn in. I plan to get up and go to early services in the morning.

Pauses at door, comes back toward her brother, who is looking at the certificate again.

Jan, I wish you'd get up in the morning and go to church with me--just once. It's nearly Christmas, and you haven't set foot in church since last Christmas!

JAN: Aw, Sis!

MARGARETHA: Folks think you are some sort of a "heathen"! Especially Bishop Cole.

JAN: softly and with amusement Just let old Bishop Cole--and anybody else who wants to--think I'm a heathen. The way I look at it, being the next-door neighbor to the bishop is bad enough without having to listen to his sermons!

MARGARETHA: Going to church does you good. Or, it does me.

JAN: Well, you just go to church to your heart's content. I'm surprised though, that any services are being held tomorrow, the typhoid epidemic being what it is. Old Doctor Crawford was telling me tonight that so far, this year, there have been close to 12,000 cases of typhoid right here in Philadelphia.

MARGARETHA: The fever epidemic is that bad?

JAN: Twelve thousand cases is the figure he quoted. More than 900 deaths.

MARGARETHA: Nine hundred deaths! Heavens! That's terrible!

Enter Katie, carrying a tray that holds pitcher of milk, long loaf of bread, bowl of preserves, butter, teacakes, a huge apple, a knife, and a large cloth napkin.

KATIE: Here you are, Sir. Sets tray on table, pulls up chair for J.

JAN: Thank you, Katie. That'll be fine. Goes to table

MARGARETHA: Looks delicious, but if you eat all that, Jan, you'll have nightmares tonight!

JAN: Ah, I don't think so! Cuts slice of bread and begins smearing on butter and jam I haven't had a real nightmare--or walked in my sleep--in forty years.

MARGARETHA: with merriment Remember when we were children and you'd walk in your sleep nearly every night, and how worried mother and father were!

JAN: laughs Yeah; I'll never forget walking in my sleep when we were youngsters. But don't fret. Tonight I'm too tired to do any kind of walking--asleep or awake! Sits down and starts eating in earnest, gulps some milk

Exit Margaretha and Katie, talking as they go

KATIE: Ma'am, do you want me to put up your fur for you?

MARGARETHA: slipping off cape Yes, I wish you would, Katie. Tomorrow morning I guess I'd better wear my full-length coat to church. And a real hat. It'll be real cold. Hands cape and headpiece to K

Scene 1 flows into Scene 2 without a break.

Scene 2

Scene 2. Same as Scene 1, a few minutes later. Jan, seated at the table in his studio, eats his snack with much relish. Soon he wipes his lips, gets up, yawns, and stretches.

JAN: to himself Well, I feel a whole lot better. Picks up apple and the certificate, goes back to sit on couch; munches on apple, studies certificate. So, now I am considered by my eminent peers to be a "Master Landscape Artist"! That sounds great. But, somehow, something is missing. My work has never been what I would like it to be. Lays apple aside. Unfortunately, I'm too old now to make any improvements. Picks up unfinished sketch of tree, looks at it briefly. Look at that! It's no good.

Leans back on couch, still holding certificate.

Oh, but I'm weary. I ought to go to bed, but I think I'll rest a bit first. Pauses All my landscapes lack something. Something I can't quite put my finger on. I can feel it, but I can't see it. Oh, well--voice trails off, Jan drifts into sleep, but still holds certificate.

As Jan begins to snore, stagehands remove screen from in front of "pearly gates" set up in an alcove off the studio. Jan starts sleepwalking toward the gates. He clutches his certificate in his left hand, uses his right to feel his way along. His head is slightly thrown back, and he begins talking to himself.

JAN: Ah, yes, I am a Master Landscape Artist! I think I'll paint a scene of the whole world! And then I'll go up to heaven and paint the pearly gates! Yes, I'll do a picture of the gates of paradise.

Maybe I ought to go up to heaven first. No, I'll have to be dead to go to heaven. Maybe I am dead. Yes! I'm dead! This is very convenient. The typhoid fever must have gotten me.

As Jan approaches gates, Saint Peter steps out. He has the great gleaming golden keys to the gates attached to an elaborate golden girdle around his waist. His garments, his long beard, his halo are glistening white.

ST. PETER: Blocking Jan's path Just who do you think you are? And where are you going?

JAN: Oh, sir, I'm Jan van Bol, an artist from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. And I'm going to heaven to paint the Pearly Gates! To do a lovely painting--from the inside. This is the Pearly Gates right here, isn't it?

ST. PETER: Yes. This is the gateway to paradise.  I am Saint Peter, keeper of the keys. But I am not sure I should let you paint a picture of the gates. I've never heard much about you--only that you're probably a "heathen."

JAN: with dismay Oh no! I'm not a "heathen!" I go to church every Christmas. Sometimes at Easter. I am a famous artist! A Master Landscape Artist! It says so, right here on my certificate. Holds up certificate

ST. PETER: A Landscape Artist? What have you painted?

JAN: enthusiastically Oh, beautiful fields, and rivers, and trees, and gardens! Everything you can imagine.

ST. PETER: Have you painted the Shepherds' Field in Bethlehem, where angels came to announce the birth of your Saviour, Christ the Lord?

JAN: Well, no, I haven't painted that field.

ST. PETER: Have you painted the River Jordan, where the Christ was baptized, and the Spirit of God descended on Him as a dove?

JAN: Well, no, I'm afraid I haven't painted that river.

ST. PETER: Have you painted the gnarled olive trees in the Garden of Gethsemane, where the Lord prayed and suffered agony and was betrayed? And what about the tree on which the Christ was crucified?

JAN: No, no, Sir, I-- I-- I haven't painted those things, either. I-- I-- I hadn't thought of it. I-- I--

ST. PETER: Go back to earth, Jan van Bol. And before you come again to the gates of heaven, paint some things to glorify your God, your creator. The one who measured out and gave to you the very talent in your fingertips.

Saint Peter walks away. Jan turns slowly, sleep walks back to his couch, lies down and begins snoring again. Lamp on table continues to burn.

End of Act I

ACT II, Scene 1

Scene 1. Same as Scene 2 of ACT I. Early on Sunday morning. Jan van Bol is still sound asleep on the couch of his studio. The lamp is still burning. Margaretha, richly dressed for church, sticks her head in the door.

MARGARETHA: calling from the doorway Jan, I'm leaving now for church. Katie has your breakfast-- sees Jan, becomes alarmed Jan! Jan, are you all right? Runs to him, bends over him, feels his forehead Jan! Shakes his shoulder

Jan wakes abruptly, sits up.

JAN: Hey! What's going on? What-- Oh, it's you, Sis.

MARGARETHA: Are you all right?

JAN: Sure, I'm all right. I must have fallen asleep here on the couch.

MARGARETHA: Well, sleeping in your clothes didn't do your new tuxedo any good.

JAN: No, I guess not. Gets up, tries to brush out wrinkles in clothes. No harm, really. Starts pacing back and forth Sis, I had the strangest dream. I dreamed I died of typhoid fever and went to heaven. But--

MARGARETHA: Good gracious!

JAN: Saint Peter was standing at the gates, and he said--in so many words--that I have never painted anything worth a hoot. He said before I came back up there, I should paint something to "glorify God."

MARGARETHA: That was an odd dream.

Jan stops pacing, blows out light of lamp.

JAN: So, I'm going to do it!

MARGARETHA: much interested You're going to do what?

JAN: I am going to do a whole series of paintings on the life of Jesus of Nazareth!

MARGARETHA: with something akin to disbelief You are? A series on the life of Christ? Oh, Jan, that would be marvelous!

JAN: It will be--

MARGARETHA: But you've never done anything but landscapes.

JAN: Yes, I know. Begins pacing again, talking to himself.

I'll start with His birth. Today! This very day! Jerks off coat, tosses it aside, slips on smock and cap.

Enter Katie, waving a half sheet of paper.

KATIE: somewhat out of breath Miss Margaretha, this note is for you. There won't be no church today!

MARGARETHA: No church?

KATIE: handing note to M. Bishop Cole's yard boy brought this and said give it to you personally. Bishop Cole's got the yard boy going up and down the streets, telling everybody that all the churches are closed, on account of all that terrible fever!

MARGARETHA: Reading, "Due to the unprecedented epidemic of Typhoid fever, now widespread throughout the City of Philadelphia, services at Trinity Church will be cancelled for today. Signed, Bishop Archibald Cole."

JAN: No church today? Good! I'm glad!

Women look at Jan in amazement

MARGARETHA: Why, Jan! You ought not to say such a thing! Think of all the poor, sick, dying people, and--

JAN: Oh, I don't mean I'm glad about the Typhoid epidemic. It's just that if you don't have to go to church this morning, you can help me.

Katie starts out with tray, pauses at doorway

MARGARETHA: Me? You know I don't even know which end of a paint brush to hold!

JAN: I want you to read to me. Get down our family Bible and read me the part that tells about the Christ Child being born in Bethlehem.

Then, as you read, I'll try to visualize all the people there—the shepherds, the angels, the wise men--and what all happened. From that, maybe I can get some idea of exactly what to paint. I hope I can start some preliminary sketches today.

MARGARETHA: with enthusiasm Sure! I'll be glad to. But I thought probably you would do the traditional Madonna and Child.

JAN: No. This must be more than just the Virgin Mary and the Holy Babe.

KATIE: from doorway Mister Van Bol, will you be wantin' to come eat your breakfast now?

JAN: as if he's only half listening Later, Katie. Later. Jan goes to pick up palette, examine brushes, open and close jars and tubes of paint.

MARGARETHA: Katie?

KATIE: Yes, Ma'am?

MARGARETHA: Please go up in the attic, and look in that big chest in the corner--the one in the area above my bedroom--you know, over toward the street? Points to ceiling And get out our family Bible. I think it's in a wooden box our grandfather made, but I'm not sure.

Katie nods her head, murmurs agreement.

If you can't find it, though, I'll come help you look. But, to tell you the truth, with my bad knee, I hate to climb those stairs.

KATIE: I'll find it, Ma'am. Don't worry. Exits

MARGARETHA: taking off coat, hat, gloves How big will you make the painting?

JAN: I can't tell you just yet. I'll have to think about it a while. Make sketches. Plan the composition. All that.

Margaretha picks up unfinished painting of tree.

MARGARETHA: This tree you've got started here makes me think of a legend I read.

JAN: only mildly interested What kind of a legend?

Margaretha begins rummaging through her purse.

MARGARETHA: I thought it was so unusual I clipped it out. Here 'tis. I'll read it to you.

JAN: turning around, still holding brush in hand. Sis, what do you do with all the clippings you save?

MARGARETHA: I put them away. Someday I'm going to make a scrapbook, especially of little Christmas pieces.

Now listen, Jan, even you will like this one. Reads

"Legend of the Flowering Christmas Trees.

"The legend is told that on that bleak, cold night many years ago when the Christ Child was born in Bethlehem, all the trees in the forests stood silent and bowed down their boughs and branches heavy with sleet and ice and snow.

"But at the holy moment of midnight when the divine Infant appeared, the trees awoke and straightened up. They shook off their icy blankets, and put forth leaves and blossoms, and bore fruit.

"Because of this, every tree is a Christmas Tree. And at midnight on Christmas Eve, they all bloom--for a minute.

"However, only the eyes of the pure in heart can see their blossoms."

Isn't that lovely?

JAN: as he opens container of red paint and dabs a bit on sketch paper Yes, Sis, that's a fine little legend. But you must understand this painting I have in mind must be based on Biblical fact, not legend. That's why I want you--

Katie interrupts as she bustles in, triumphantly lugging a large handmade box. She is talking as she enters.

KATIE: I found the box! And the old Bible's in it! Plumps box down on table, wipes off dust with her apron, opens lid See! Backs away

Margaretha takes Bible out and slips it out of its cloth case. The book's binding is in need of repair. Jan comes over to see the family treasure and its box.

MARGARETHA: I remember when mother made this little pillowcase. It took her hours to crochet this trimming.

JAN: taking frayed Bible and looking at it carefully Sis, we really ought to have this old Bible re-bound. Hands book back to Margaretha

MARGARETHA: Yes, it is about to come apart.

JAN: I hope you know where to find the story of the Christ Child.

MARGARETHA: indignantly Of course I know where to find it! Turning to Katie Katie, please take this tray back to the kitchen, and I'll spread open the Bible here.

KATIE: taking tray Yes, Ma'am. Ma'am, should I be fixing lunch for you and Mister Jan now?

MARGARETHA: Yes, but don't prepare too much. Soup. Bread and cheese, or something like that.

Katie exits, Margaretha sits at table and starts leafing through New Testament part of Bible. She chides her brother.

Jan, everybody knows that the Christmas story in the Bible is in the second chapter of St. Luke and the second chapter of St. Matthew. Everybody!

JAN. Not quite everybody. I didn't know.

MARGARETHA: Here it is!

JAN: sitting down to listen If you don't mind, read a few verses, and stop, and let me think about it. Then, read a few more, and let me think some more.

MARGARETHA: All right. Any way you want me to read is fine with me. Clears throat and begins reading

"And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed.

“And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city. And--"

JAN: in contemplative tone, half to himself, half to his sister

Hmm-mm-m. Caesar Augustus. The first Roman emperor. Nephew to Julius Caesar ...

Voice trails off as Scene 2 unfolds, bringing Caesar Augustus and a Roman Senator on to another part of stage. There is no break.

 

Scene 2

Scene 2. Caesar Augustus, in a splendid white Roman toga, strides on stage, followed by a senator, garbed in a simple toga. The senator calls to him, and Caesar stops momentarily.

SENATOR: Honorable Caesar, Sir?

CAESAR: Yes, Senator? Turns to senator

SENATOR: Sir, the Senate sent me to speak to you about levying new taxes. As you well know, the empire is in dire need of additional revenues.

CAESAR: Yes. I am aware of that. The Roman Empire is always in dire need of additional revenues. Tell the Senate that levying taxes is easy. Collecting taxes is another matter.

SENATOR: Your Honor, one of our most highly respected senators says that you should issue a decree--right away--requiring that every man, woman and child in the whole empire be registered.

Make the decree say that all families will go to their original ancestral cities to be registered and taxed.

CAESAR: as he strides off stage That sounds sensible. Have the decree drawn up, and I'll sign it.

SENATOR: as he follows Caesar out Thank you, Honorable Caesar. The Senate will be highly pleased.

End of Scene 2
Margaretha reads on.

MARGARETHA: reading "And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

"And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; because he was of the house and lineage of David.

"To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child. And so it was..." voice trails off

Scene 3 unfolds on another part of the stage.

 

Scene 3

Scene 3. It is early afternoon in Nazareth, at the home of Mary and Joseph. Mary, some eight months pregnant, is seated on a stool, kneading dough in a wooden bowl. She is rather surprised when Joseph walks in, much excited and out of breath.

MARY: getting up Why, Joseph! You're home early! I've just started our supper bread.

JOSEPH: Don't worry about the bread. It can wait.

MARY: Is something wrong? You look worried. Sits back down

JOSEPH: Well, Mary, I-- I-- I came home early to bring the donkey!

MARY: The donkey? What donkey?

JOSEPH: enthusiastically He's yours, Mary! I bought you a donkey!

MARY: dismayed, bewildered Joseph! That's very kind of you. But I don't need a donkey! I don't ever go anywhere, except to the village well, and I can surely walk to the well.

JOSEPH: We have to go on a long journey, Mary; and in your condition, you'll have to ride.

MARY: A long journey? You and me? Why, I--

JOSEPH: It's like this: this morning our village elders called all the men together to hear a proclamation from Rome. It was a proclamation--or decree--from Caesar Augustus saying that all persons must go to the city of their ancestors to be registered and taxed.

MARY: My goodness!

JOSEPH: Since we're of the house and lineage of David, we have to go all the way down to Bethlehem--where King David was born.

MARY: slowly, pleasantly Ah, Bethlehem! The City of David! I've always wanted to go to Bethlehem, but it is far away.

JOSEPH: with much concern The thing that worries me, Mary is that it's almost time for the Holy Child to be born. We may not have time to get down there and back even if we leave tomorrow.

Mary gets up, puts bread dough aside, and turns to reassure Joseph.

MARY: lightly Don't worry, Joseph. I'll be all right. Come on, show me the little donkey you bought for me!

Two start toward exit. Mary stops, places her hand on Joseph's arm, speaks very seriously.

Joseph, I've just thought of something! You remember I told you all the things the angel said that day he appeared to me and announced that I would bring forth the Holy Child?

JOSEPH: Yes, Mary, I remember.

MARY: One of the things the angel said was this: "The Lord God shall give unto this Child the throne of his father David; and he shall reign over the house of Jacob forever; ... of his kingdom there shall be no end."

JOSEPH: I remember, especially the part about the "throne of David."

MARY: So, maybe Bethlehem is the place for the birth of the Holy Child, the place chosen by God.

Both exit slowly

End of Scene 3

Margaretha resumes reading

MARGARETHA: reading "And so it was, that while Mary and Joseph were in Bethlehem, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

"And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn."

Curtain opens on area of stage set up as Scene 4, the Bethlehem Inn.

 

Scene 4

Scene 4. It is late evening in Bethlehem. At the inn Ahab, the innkeeper--a grumpy, self-centered man--is seated at a table, counting the coins in a moneybag. At the moment he is in a good mood, elated that his inn is filled to capacity and that his money bay is heavier than it has been in years.

INNKEEPER: holding out moneybag, and talking to it as if it were a person Ah, old Money Bag, you haven't been this full in years! Neither has my inn. It's filled to capacity. All rooms taken. I wouldn't even have a place to put Caesar Augustus himself, if he were to come--which he won't.

Empties half of coins out on table

I'm all for this census Caesar ordered! It's bringing plenty of business to Bethlehem.

Innkeeper counts aloud as he places coins in several stacks.

INNKEEPER: One, two, three, four... completes first stack, adds more to second, etc., still counting aloud

Enter Athalia, the Innkeeper's wife, a mousy little woman. She carries a lantern.

ATHALIA: timidly, as she approaches her husband Ahab?

INNKEEPER: Without looking up, and with considerable irritation See, Athalia, you made me lose count! Now I'll have to start all over again! What do you want?

ATHALIA: There's a weary young couple at the gate. They've come all the way from Nazareth, and--

INNKEEPER: sarcastically And they want a place to stay. Right?

ATHALIA: Yes, they do. They have to have a place, and--

INNKEEPER: still stacking coins and without sympathy Well, that is just too-oo-oo bad!

ATHALIA: But what will I tell them?

INNKEEPER: Woman, tell 'em we're filled up! No more room! Tell 'em to go someplace else.

ATHALIA: How would it be if I tell them they can take shelter in the stable? It's nice and clean.

INNKEEPER: Tell 'em anything you want to. And then, my dear wife, if it's not just too much trouble to you, I'd appreciate you getting me my supper! I'm half starved.

ATHALIA: Oh, Ahab, I'm afraid it may be quite a while before I can fix your supper. I've got to help that poor young woman from Nazareth.

INNKEEPER: with scorn Help that poor young woman from Nazareth?

ATHALIA: Her time has come. She's going to give birth within the hour, I'd say. And it's her firstborn. Exits quickly

Innkeeper bangs his fist on the table in disgust, gets up.

INNKEEPER: Just my luck! Of all the women in Bethlehem, it has to be my wife beats himself on the chest who is the only midwife in the whole village! Crams money into sack, starts stalking out I'll go get my own supper! Exits

Spotlight again picks up Margaretha and Jan. He leans over to look at the pages of the Bible from which his sister reads.

JAN: eagerly Ah, Sis, I'm rather enjoying this. What does the Bible tell next? About the angels and the shepherds, or about the coming of the three kings of the East?

MARGARETHA: with pleasure The angels and the shepherds are next! This is about the most beautiful passage in the whole Bible, I think. I can just see the shepherds. Listen to how it starts. Begins reading "And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night ..."

Voice trails off as Scene 5 takes shape on another part of stage.

 

Scene 5

Scene 5. In the field near Bethlehem, at twilight. Two shepherds who are brothers, Ezra and Jethro, enter, carrying sticks of wood and other materials for making a fire. Jethro also has a flat wicker basket of fruit and small loaves of bread. The shepherds have sent their sons, Jonathan and Joel, to search for a lost lamb. The brothers talk as they enter.

JETHRO: Our boys should be back any minute now, don't you think? Puts down dried sticks and kindling weeds

EZRA: Yes. I told Jonathan for them to come on back to the fold when it started to get dark even if they haven't found the lost lamb. Eases down container of food, helps with making fire

JETHRO: I sure hope they find that lamb. It was a pretty little thing. Not a blemish on him.

EZRA: Yeah. A perfect lamb. You know, Jethro, so far this year we've been real lucky at lambing time. Out of your flock and mine, that's the first little fellow that has strayed off.

Jonathan and Joel can be heard from a distance--off stage--both yelling out almost at the same time

JONATHAN: I see him! I see him! Look, Joel! There's the little lamb!

JOEL: Yeah! I see him! Hoo-ray! We've found the lamb!

JONATHAN: Grab him quick!

Boys come running on stage, calling to their fathers. Joel carries the lamb across his shoulders.

JONATHAN: excitedly We found him! Look, Father! We've got him!

JOEL: We've got the lamb! He was down in a gully!

Shepherds, visibly relieved, hurry to meet their sons and to look at the lamb.

JETHRO: That's great, boys!

EZRA: You two are going to be good shepherds when you grow up.

JETHRO: The lamb's not hurt, is he? Feels lamb's legs

JOEL: No, Sir, Uncle Jethro. He's fine. Slides lamb down into his arms

JONATHAN: He was just standin' down there in that gully, waitin' for somebody to come get him, I reckon.

JETHRO: Well, take him over yonder to the fold. Gestures toward off stage area Then hurry back, and we'll eat supper before it gets pitch dark.

Spotlight follows boys as they start offstage; they continue talking.

JONATHAN: eagerly Joel, lem'me carry him!

JOEL: Sure! Hands lamb to Jonathan You've got to hold him just right, or you'll hurt his legs. Helps Jonathan get lamb across his shoulders

JONATHAN: I know how to carry a lamb! Where you think I've been all my life?

Margaretha resumes reading, before boys get off stage.

MARGARETHA: reading "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."

A very bright light floods the shepherd field; the Angel of the Lord appears. The shepherd boys run frantically to their fathers. Shepherds grab their sons and back away from the angel. All four are frightened almost out of their wits. Jonathan is now grasping the lamb tightly in his arms.

ANGEL OF THE LORD: holding out her hands and speaking with great kindness Shepherds, don't be afraid! I've come to bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

JETHRO: hesitantly Good-- Good-- Good tidings?

ANGEL OF THE LORD: I bring Good Tidings of exceeding great joy: "Unto you is born this day in the City of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord!"

EZRA: with disbelief Christ the Lord?

JETHRO: eagerly How can we find him?

ANGEL OF THE LORD: This is the sign: you will find the Holy Babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.

A Host of Angels appears and surrounds the shepherds at the same time MARGARETHA is reading her next lines.

MARGARETHA: reading "And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God ..."

ALL ANGELS: in unison All praises to God! All glory to His name! All Glory to God in the highest!

Angels between shepherds and front stage move slowly toward sides so that Angel of the Lord can speak to shepherds again

ANGEL OF THE LORD: The Holy Babe born in Bethlehem this day brings PEACE to the earth.

ALL ANGELS: softly, in unison Peace on Earth! Peace! God's Peace!

ANGEL OF THE LORD: The coming of the Child will mean "Good Will Toward Men!"

ALL ANGELS: softly, in unison Good Will! Good Will! Peace and Good Will!

Angel host leaves slowly, chanting softly as they glide out.

ALL ANGELS: in unison Glory to God! Glory to God! Glory to God in the Highest! On earth, Peace, and Good Will! Peace and Good Will! Peace and Good Will!... voices fade away as group exits

Shepherds still cower on the ground, dazed and wide-eyed. Angel of the Lord comes closer to them.

ANGEL OF THE LORD: Shepherds, go to Bethlehem and see this thing which is come to pass. The Lord has made it known to you that Christ your Saviour has come as a Babe. Go and find Him! Exits

Shepherds scramble to their feet.

JETHRO: excitedly Come on! Let's go to Bethlehem!

JONATHAN: Let's take the lamb to the Holy Child as a present!

JOEL: What about our bread? Let's give him that, too!

EZRA: Of course! Picks up wicker tray of bread and fruit. All exit hurriedly.

End of Scene 5

MARGARETHA keeps her finger on the verses she is reading, but turns to talk to Jan. Jan, do you have any idea yet on how you will do the painting?

JAN: Not yet. But keep reading! Keep reading!

Margaretha turns back several pages of the Bible, to begin reading Matthew 2.

MARGARETHA: All right. Herod and the three kings are next. Raises voice to reading tone "Now when Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judaea in the days of Herod the King, behold, there came wise men from the east to Jerusalem

“Saying, ‘where is he that is born King of the Jews? For we have seen his star in the east, and are come to worship him.’

"When Herod the king had heard these things, he was troubled, and all Jerusalem with him...." voice trails off, Scene 6 begins on another section of stage

 

Scene 6

Scene 6. The throne room at King Herod's palace in Jerusalem. Herod is alone, slumped on his throne leaning over, his chin resting in his left hand, his right hand holding a huge goblet of wine. He is in a melancholy mood, worried over affairs of state. Herod's advisor, Amariah, enters hurriedly, highly excited.

AMARIAH: with urgency King Herod, your honor?

HEROD: without looking up Amariah, I wish you wouldn't bother me when I'm worrying.

AMARIAH: soothingly Sir, it's too early in the morning for the King to be worrying!

HEROD: with irritation Don't be trying to tell me when to worry, Amariah. I've got enemies plotting my death day and night. So, I have to worry day and night. Gulps wine

What did you come in here to tell me? I warn you, it had better be important. I'm in no mood for foolishness.

AMARIAH: in a slow drawl I don't think this is too important, King Herod, but it's not foolishness either.

Three days ago, three kings came riding into Jerusalem, and--

HEROD: sputtering in his goblet, almost choking Three kings? Jumps down from throne Why didn't you say so? Why wasn't I informed? Where'd they come from? What do they want?

AMARIAH: I-- I-- I-- don't exactly know, Sir. People who've talked to them say they said something about seeing a king's star in the east. They're from far away. You can tell that.

They're strange looking. Very dark. One of them is black as night.

Oh, they're rich looking, too. And all their camels are tall, tall. And ever' one of the camels has two humps instead of one. And they--

HEROD: shouting, in fury I am not interested in their camels! I want to know why three kings from the East would come to Jerusalem? It doesn't make sense.

They're probably not real kings. The must be part of a plot. Yeah! A clever new scheme my enemies have concocted! That's it!

AMARIAH: Oh, Sir, they're real kings, all right. King Herod, you've always told me to keep my ear to the ground and tell you what's being said on the streets, haven't you?

HEROD: impatiently, as he paces back and forth yes, yes, of course, Amariah. I pay you to keep me informed.

AMARIAH: Well, Sir, the talk all over Jerusalem about these strange kings is that the people are upset. Very troubled, I'd say.

HEROD: Exactly, what is the talk? Stops pacing to listen

AMARIAH: These traveling kings are on some kind of mysterious quest. They've consulted the stars like the magi do and they're following a strange new star. And--

HEROD: Following a star? Of all the foolish things I ever heard, this is it! I think--

AMARIAH: interrupting Let me finish, Sir. The star, they say, has to do with an ancient prophecy about our land of Israel and about the birth of a Child who will be "born King of the Jews!"

HEROD: choking with rage “Born King of the Jews!" I am King of the Jews! Has anybody told these feeble-minded kings that?

AMARIAH: Oh, yes, your honor! They want to talk with you, in fact.

HEROD: fast and loudly they want to talk to me! Well, I want to talk to them! And will! In private! Changes tone Arrange a secret meeting.

AMARIAH: Yes, King. I will, right away. I'll work it out.

Amariah starts to leave; Herod whirls around to call him back.

HEROD: What was that you said about an ancient prophecy?

AMARIAH: It's supposed to be from the sacred writings of the Israelites. Something to the effect that "there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Scepter, or new king, shall rise out of Israel."

HEROD: in calm, business-like tone Before you set up the secret meeting, go over to the temple and tell the chief priest that he is to call the scribes together and have them comb the sacred writings of the Jews. I want to know every prophecy recorded from the time of Moses on down. That is, every prophecy about kings and stars!

Tell the chief priest to report to me within the hour.

AMARIAH: Yes, King Herod. Exits

Herod goes back to sit on his throne.

HEROD: to himself It is things like this that drive me mad. I will not sit here on this throne and let some new king take my kingdom from me! I don't care if he is a child born yesterday or a man as old as Methuselah, I will wipe him off the face of the earth!

And, I will get rid of these star-gazing kings.

They will think I am a benign old king, as sweet and innocent as a turtledove. Ha! I will charm them like a snake!

The only difference will be: I will be the snake! laughs, rubs hands together in anticipation

Amariah hurries in, bringing the Chief Priest, Ahijah.

HEROD: showing surprise Well! That was quick!

AMARIAH: King Herod, Sir, Priest Ahijah here was already on his way over here, He knows plenty of prophecies. But he sent word to the scribes to start reading, anyway.

Chief Priest bows, approaches throne.

CHIEF PRIEST: Your Highness, for years I've studied the prophecies in our sacred writings. So I know practically every one of them by heart. Which prophecy did you want to hear?

HEROD: pounding his hand on the arm of the throne as he slowly spells out what he wants

I've got to know who, what, when, why, and WHERE this Child these Orient kings are trying to find is to be--or has been--born!

CHIEF PRIEST: eagerly You know, of course that the great King David wrote many songs and made prophecies in his songs.

HEROD: impatiently Yes, Yes, I've heard all about King David and his songs. Get on with the prophecy.

CHIEF PRIEST: In one written for his son Solomon David tells of a great king who shall rule "in peace so long as the moon endureth."

Priest's voice takes on sonorous, sing-song tone.

"He shall have dominion from sea to sea, and from the river to the ends of the earth.

"They that dwell in the wilderness shall bow before him;

"And his enemies shall lick the dust.

"The kings of Tar-shish and of the Isles shall bring presents...
"The kings of Sheba and Seba shall offer gifts....

"He will be given the gold of Sheba ...

"All nations shall serve him.... His name shall endure forever."

HEROD: Where? Where is this great king to appear?

CHIEF PRIEST: in normal voice King David's song doesn't say where. But now in the writings of the Prophet Micah there is a prophecy which foretells that one day a great ruler will come out of Bethlehem.

HEROD: triumphantly Aha! Bethlehem! That's all I need to know. You may go. waves priest away, turns to Amariah

I'm ready for the private meeting with the traveling kings.

Priest bows, turns to leave.

AMARIAH: Yes, King Herod. exits

HEROD: calling after priest Just a minute, Chief Priest.

CHIEF PRIEST: coming back Yes, Your Highness?

HEROD: calmly, seriously Le’me get that prophecy about kings bringing gold straight. Exactly, now, how does it go?

CHIEF PRIEST: slowly, distinctly It says: "The kings of Tar-shish and of the Isles shall bring presents. The Kings of Sheba and Seba shall offer him gifts. To him shall be given the gold of Sheba."

HEROD: in musing tone Hmm-mm-m. The gold of Sheba! raises voice to dismiss priest That's all. You may go.

CHIEF PRIEST: bowing Thank you, King Herod. exits

Herod continues sitting quietly on his throne; drums his fingers; talks to himself

HEROD: Maybe these kings will present gold to me! Maybe I'm the king David foretold. After all, the people do call me "Herod the Great"! pauses No! I won't try to fool myself. The only gold I get has been dragged through blood. The people I've ruled for thirty years hate me, and fear me, and will till the day I die.

Stands momentarily, straightens robe, spreads its folds, sits back down, adjusts crown

I don't believe in those damnable prophecies about a Star coming and about the rise of a great Jewish king.

Maybe if I were a Jew, I'd believe it. But I'm no Jew. I was born the son of an Idumaean.

But, now, if these kings say they come from Tar-shish, or Sheba, or Seba, that will be a different matter.

Advisor Amariah ushers in Kaspar, Balthasar, and Melchior, each regal in his lavish robe and shining crown. The kings move slowly, with studied dignity. None bows until he is introduced. As they enter, Herod steps down from his throne, all smiles and graciousness. The kings form a loose semi-circle in front of Herod.

AMARIAH: in loud announcing tone King Herod, your royal highness, ruler of all Judaea, I bring before you these illustrious, traveling kings from the East!

HEROD: warmly Ah, great rulers, this is a fortunate day for all my kingdom! You honor Judaea, and Jerusalem, and this palace with your presence. gives sweeping bow

KASPAR: after bowing I am Kaspar, ruler of Tar-shish and the Isles of the Sea. May I present my renowned friends and companions:

Balthasar, the great King of Sheba! Balthasar bows

And Melchior, the great King of Seba! Melchior bows

HEROD: obviously shaken From uh-- Uh-- From Tarshish, and Sheba, and Seba?

Uh-- This is indeed a-- a-- a-- pleasure! I would say it is almost a-- An unheard of event! Yes, that's it! Unheard of! Having three kings come at one time! And from so far away!

regains composure

May I inquire as to the happy circumstance which brings you to the land of Judaea?

BALTHASAR: with dignified reserve Ours is a holy quest, King Herod. We study and believe in the stars. And we have seen the beautiful star of a great new king rise in the East.

By following that star, we know we shall find him.

MELCHIOR: with restrained enthusiasm Ah, yes! When we find the newborn king, we will bow down before him. We will kiss the dust at his feet. We will pledge allegiance to him forever!

BALTHASAR: And shower him with gold and precious gifts!

HEROD: How fascinating!

KASPAR: In recent days, a plague of desert winds and dust and thick clouds has caused us to lose sight of the star. So we thought perhaps you could tell us where to find this Child King.

HEROD: Oh, I do so hope I can help you! Were it not for so many pressing affairs of state, I would join you in your search. It's such a noble undertaking. And I believe I can help you.

My subjects put much store in their sacred writings from old times, especially the words of the great Jewish prophets. So, I have studied these prophecies for years. Know many of them from memory.

The one that comes to me now is that one day a great ruler will come out of Bethlehem! For this reason, I recommend that you go immediately to Bethlehem and search there.

Kings look from one to another

ALL KINGS: almost in unison Bethlehem?

KASPAR: Is that a city far from Jerusalem?

HEROD: No. It is fairly close. Bethlehem is an ancient village sometimes called the City of David.

KASPAR: We will go there immediately. Thank you very much, King Herod. kings turn to leave

HEROD: eagerly Search diligently! And when you do find this Child King, please come back and tell me so that I, too, may go and pledge my allegiance!

I am intrigued with your quest! Just when was it that you first saw the star?

KASPAR: Some two years ago, King Herod. Now, let us thank you again. bows

BALTHASAR: You have been most gracious, most helpful! bows

MELCHIOR: Thank you, King Herod. bows

Herod bows, kings exit; Herod beckons to Amariah.

AMARIAH: Yes, King Herod?

HEROD: Have them followed! If I knew how, I'd throw a curse on 'em!

Herod and Amariah exit

End of scene

Margaretha continues reading, as if there had been no interruption.

MARGARETHA: reading When the kings had heard Herod, "they departed; and lo, the star which they saw in the East, went before them, till it came and stood over where the young Child was.

"When they saw the star, they rejoiced with exceeding great joy.

"And when they were come into the house, they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down, and worshipped him.

"And when they had opened their treasure, the presented unto him gifts: gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.

"And being warned of God in a dream that they should not return to Herod, they departed into their own country another way.

"And when they were departed--"

Katie interrupts as she brings in a second note from the Coles.

MARGARETHA: with a tinge of annoyance What is it, Katie?

KATIE: Ma'am, I don't mean to be buttin' into you readin' the Holy Bible, but Sunday dinner is on the table, gettin' cold as a frog; and Bishop Cole's yard boy just brought over another note.

Hands paper to Margaretha

The bishop's wife wants you to come sit a spell with her. Margaretha and Jan get up.

MARGARETHA: reading "My dear neighbor, Miss Van Bol, Would you please be so kind as to come sit with me a while this afternoon--from about 2 to 4 o'clock--while my husband the bishop goes to a meeting of the Philadelphia Ministerial Association?

"I feel so porely today, and I fear I may come down with this dread typhoid fever while the bishop is away.

"I shall be greatly obliged to you.

“Your friend and neighbor,

Hortense Cole."

MARGARETHA: with exasperation That silly, neurotic woman! She's a hypochondriac, if ever I saw one! She's not going to take typhoid fever.

JAN: You'll have to humor her, won't you?

MARGARETHA: I suppose so. And I know she's going to ask me to buy the Christmas presents the Missionary Society always takes to the orphanage for the children's Christmas Party!

JAN: Don't you always select the presents?

MARGARETHA: Well, yes, I do. turns to K. Katie, tell the yard boy to tell Mrs. Cole I'll be glad to come visit with her this afternoon.

KATIE: starts to leave, comes back Miss Margaretha, what is it you said the bishop's wife is? a hy-po-what?

MARGARETHA: Oh, nothing, Katie. Mrs. Cole is just the kind of person who always thinks she's sick or going to get sick. But it's not Mrs. Cole's fault. She's a fine old lady, in many ways.

KATIE: I thought maybe she's one of those people who's done let her heart get petrified to stone. exits

MARGARETHA: Come on, Jan, let's go eat lunch.

JAN: I'm ready. two start off stage

MARGARETHA: Jan, if I see Bishop Cole this afternoon, will it be all right if I tell him about your painting?

JAN: with surprise Heavens, no. I don't even want you to see it 'till it's all finished. You've got to promise you won't even peep at it.

MARGARETHA: Oh, I won't peep!

JAN: To make sure, I'm going to work in that empty room off the sun porch. And keep it locked.

both exit, laughing

END OF ACT II

ACT III

Scene 1. Two weeks later. In the spare room at the Van Bol residence, where Jan has been working day and night on his life-size painting of the coming of the Christ Child.

The artist envisions a Bethlehem stable scene that is to be some 15 or more feet long. It will depict the Holy Infant lying in the hay-filled manger, with Mary and Joseph at his side and with the shepherds and Orient kings kneeling in adoration before him. The host of angels is in the background.

The huge canvas Jan has set up, and on which he now works, is part paper and cloth, part real objects. The manger is a crude wooden hay trough filled with wild, yellowish broom straw. The stable itself is of real wood, rough, unpainted. Animals in the stable (cow, donkey, sheep, and possibly a cock roosting in the rafters) can be painted on. Or, they can be figurines from a common outdoor Nativity set. Hay scattered about is real. A clump of hay hides a treasure chest which the artist will later uncover. A large star is suspended over the stable.

Jan will "paint in" his characters, one by one. He talks as he works and is just putting the finishing touches on the manger hay as the curtain opens. He wears his artist's smock and cap and uses a real brush and palette.

JAN: cheerfully, with a flourish of his brush Ah! That will just about do it. I don't want too much hay. But I've got to have enough. It's got to look soft, soft. walks to other side The Holy Babe's head will be just about right here. makes a few additional strokes on the real straw and then steps back to admire his work

Yes! That's it! Now, to do the shepherds and the shepherd boys.

Two shepherds, two boys enter slowly from right stage, stop, stand motionless, as if they are manikins. Ezra holds tray of food; Jonathan carries lamb.

JAN: to group You fellows are just in my imagination. Yet, you are real. You are straight out of the Bible. So you must be a part of this painting.

You've left your sheep. You've left your lambs. You've come to find the Babe lying in the manger. He's going to be right there. points to manger

Jethro, takes Jethro by the arm and leads him over to his place in the back of the painting--on right stage--and turns him so he will be facing the manger, brushes on few strokes of paint on his headpiece and hands. Now, Jethro, I want you to look directly down at the manger. Pretend that the Babe is already there.

takes dry brush to work around Jethro's eyes

I do hope and pray I can get a look of adoration and wonder in your eyes!

Jan leads Ezra to a spot slightly in front of Jethro.

Ezra, you have the food to present So, I must have you kneeling down, offering the gift. Ezra kneels down, holds out basket, resting it on the floor; Jan helps.

This fruit should be a little brighter. dabs contents of basket

Now, Ezra, you too must show adoration in your face. And joy!

touches brush to Ezra's brow, chin

Remember the angels told you that they brought "tiding of great joy ... to all people!"

That's good! That's good!

Jan turns to boys.

Now, boys, it's your time. leads both toward shepherds

Joel, stand here with the lamb. leads Joel to position slightly in front of and on Jethro's right side

Jonathan, your place is closer to the manger. You must be kneeling down. J. kneels

Shepherd boys, I must paint you as being wide-eyed with wonder!

Dabs on paint, standing at an angle which allows audience to see strokes

Mercy, this lamb is a problem. I may not have you holding him right, Joel, but for the time being I'll let him rest.

Looks down at palette

I'm about out of paint. That'll never do.

Goes to table to replenish supply of paint; Margaretha calls loudly from off stage

MARGARETHA: Jan, can you hear me?

JAN: much upset, calling back Sis, don't you come in here!

MARGARETHA: I'm not coming in! Katie has lunch ready!

JAN: I'm not hungry, and I'm very busy!

MARGARETHA: out of patience You'll make yourself sick! Working day and night, and not eating!

JAN: If it'll make you feel better, tell Katie to make me a sandwich and bring it to the door. But she's not to peep at the painting, either!

MARGARETHA: You can have a sandwich this time. But no more! goes away

Jan goes back to look at shepherd portion of painting.

JAN: with some annoyance Women! They don't understated anything! And I don't trust that sister of mine. About this painting, that is.

I know! I'll pull this screen over in front of the shepherds. Then if she and Katie peep through the keyhole, they won't see a thing.

Drags portable screen in front of shepherd group. This allows shepherds to relax their stance. They remain in place.

Now to do the three kings from the East. They'll be far more difficult than the shepherds. The Bible says they "opened their treasures." I think I'll put in a treasure chest.

As Jan is doing the chest--raking off the straw so it is visible--the three kings enter from left stage. They walk in such a quiet smooth manner that they appear to glide in and come to stop directly in front of Jan. They, too, are as lifeless as manikins.

Ah, gentlemen, gentlemen! Come, I must show you bowing down before the Christ Child, offering your gold, your frankincense, your myrrh.

Kaspar, kneel here, beside the treasure chest.

K. kneels in space close to manger. Does not immediately hold up gold.

Balthasar, great King of Sheba, come, and bow down here, slightly behind your friend Kaspar. Balthasar kneels.

Melchior, great king, I wish I could let you kneel down too, but I can't. That would throw the whole composition off balance. You will look best standing here, just behind King Balthasar.

Gets Melchior positioned, backs off

Yes, that's what I want.

Now, I've got to try to paint your hands holding up your gifts, at just the right angle. And, get a look of deep adoration on your faces.

Takes gifts from chest, gives them to kings; returns to Kaspar, places his hand under his elbow and lifts up his arm and hand and with the brush makes him appear to be holding his bag of gold out toward the manger.

Kaspar, the bag of gold must go up a bit. dabs at bag with brush

Balthasar, your box of frankincense must be about so. I want the container to gleam.

Melchior, that's right with the myrrh. paints myrrh container, backs off.

This is great! Great! makes much of painting on the three crowns, working swiftly

Katie calls loudly from off stage.

KATIE: Mister Jan, here I come with your sandwich! But I've got my eyes shut! starts entering from left corner of stage but halts when Jan yells.

JAN: outraged at the interruption Katie! Girl, stop right where you are! Don't you dare come in that door till I move these screens!

Jan quickly drags two folding screens in front of kings, hurries to where Katie is waiting.

JAN: taking sandwich tray Thank you, Katie. You can open your eyes. But now please don't bother me again till I yell out that I'm starving to death!

KATIE: rubbing eyes No, Sir, Mister Jan. I won't bother you no more--not till you're starvin'. But I'm dyin' to see what you're paintin'. Miss Margaretha says it's something special! For Christmas!

JAN: You'll get to see it, by and by. Before the end of the week, I hope.

KATIE. Yes, Sir. exits

Jan takes tray back toward painting. Curtain closes.

End of Scene 1

 

Scene 2. Late Saturday afternoon that same week. Jan's studio, as in ACT I, Scene 1. Since Jan is using the spare room in which to work, Margaretha has decided his studio is the ideal place to wrap the Christmas packages for the orphanage children. As the scene opens, Margaretha has just returned from a day-long shopping trip. She enters, arms laden with bundles and packages. Katie is right behind her, with more sacks, ribbons and wrapping paper. Margaretha is out of breath.

MARGARETHA: Whew. I am exhausted! dumps packages on couch Christmas shopping wears me out! To the last frazzle!

KATIE: It's 'cause you've been at it all day, Miss Margaretha. You should'a quit about noon. sets down sacks and ribbons I'll go get you a strong cup o' tea.

MARGARETHA: taking of coat, hat That would help. Have you seen our hermit artist today?

KATIE: No'm; Mister Jan ain't been out of that room, the whole blessed day. His breakfast tray and his lunch tray are still settin' at the door. He hasn't touched 'em.

MARGARETHA: I know for a fact he didn't go to bed last night. He worked on that painting all night. I don't know what to do about him.

KATIE. He's all right, Ma'am. I heard him talking this morning.

MARGARETHA. Talking? Who was here?

KATIE: Nobody, Ma'am. Mister Jan was talkin' to that paintin'. It sounded like he was calling somebody a carpenter.

Than I heard him say, as plain as day, "Oh, you beautiful angels! You are lovely, but your wings are the deuce to paint!"

MARGARETHA: at a loss for words Well, Katie, run get the tea. Then you'll have to help me wrap these presents for the orphans. The party over at the orphanage is next Tuesday.

KATIE: I'll help you, Ma'am. That won't be no whole lot of trouble. exits

Margaretha begins taking out toys, enjoys looking at and playing with each one.

MARGARETHA: makes Jack-in-the-Box jump out a couple of times I always did like a Jack-in-the Box!

tries to wind up top; it falls on floor

Tops are not for me.

These dolls! takes out several very pretty medium-sized dolls, fluffs up their dresses, fiddles with ribbons, lays each one down carefully

If I live to be a hundred, I'll still love dolls!

Katie returns with tea. At the same time Jan enters bedraggled, exhausted, but jubilant. He is mopping his brow with his right hand, holding his palette and brush in his left.

JAN: triumphantly It's finished!

MARGARETHA: Jan! You look like you're about to collapse! Here, sit down and drink this tea.

women get Jan settled in chair

JAN: protesting I'm all right! I'm all right! A little bit dead on my feet, but that's nothing! sips tea Ah! sighs heavily, drinks more tea

MARGARETHA: with excitement You've finished the Christmas painting?

JAN: nodding his head "THE ADORATION" is now complete. I signed it, some two minutes ago!

MARGARETHA: I can't wait to see it!

KATIE: Me neither, Mister Jan!

JAN: getting up Come on, both of you. I'll show it to you. takes tea with him

Women follow Jan to curtain which is drawn in front of THE ADORATION. There is no break between Scenes 2 and 3.

 

Scene 3

Scene 3. The spare room where the painting is finished. All characters--shepherds, kings, angels, Joseph, Mary, the Holy Child--are in place and motionless before Jan draws back the curtain.

JAN: drawing curtain Here it is!

Both women gasp with amazement.

To get the best view, stand over this way.

Jan gets women to side area so that they do not block view of audience.

MARGARETHA: almost overwhelmed Oh, Jan! It is marvelous! pauses Oh, goodness! How beautiful!

KATIE: wide-eyed It's the prettiest picture I ever seen, in my whole life!

Jan beams, says nothing, quietly moves to far right, front stage.

MARGARETHA: It's so real! goes step closer Just look at the Baby Jesus! This is like being in Bethlehem!

KATIE: I declare, Mister Jan, you painted 'em so alive they look like they could talk!

MARGARETHA: I wonder what they did say that night in Bethlehem. Pauses I can just hear that shepherd boy saying "Little Baby-in-the-Hay, we brought you a lamb!"

Starting with Jonathan, the characters come to life and speak, one by one. After each character speaks, he resumes his pose.

JONATHAN: with enthusiasm Little Baby-in-the-Hay, we brought you a lamb!

JOEL: putting his hand on head of lamb We don't know what your name is, Baby, but we want to give you our lamb! to Joseph Sir, what is the Baby's name?

JOSEPH: Son, the ancient prophets foretold that he will be known by many names. He will even be called a lamb! "The Lamb of God!"

JETHRO: The angels we saw out in the fields called him "the Saviour, Christ the Lord!"

JOSEPH: nodding Yes. He will be called "the Christ, the Messiah."

EZRA: If this Child should stay here in Bethlehem, he might become a shepherd. If he does, I say he will be called "The Good Shepherd."

JOSEPH: True! True! He is to be a shepherd. The prophet Isaiah proclaimed that "He shall feed his flock like a shepherd, he shall gather the lambs in his arms, he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young."

KASPAR: We Kings of the East bow before the holy Infant to worship him as a king! The King of Righteousness! The King of Glory!

Did your ancient prophets foretell that this Child shall be king?

JOSEPH: God himself has promised that "His kingdom shall have no end."

KASPAR: Then from our treasures, we offer him gold! Gold is a gift for kings!

BALTHASAR: We bring him frankincense. It is a symbol of divinity, a precious substance used in holy ritual.

JOSEPH: Our prophets have said that the Holy Child shall be made "an high priest forever, priest of the Most High God."

MELCHIOR: I perceive that this Child has already worked a miracle! He has made a lowly manger into a throne. Perhaps he will be use his miraculous power to heal the sick!

As a symbol that he will be the Great Physician, he shall have this precious myrrh. Myrrh is a balm, a medicine, a sacred anointing oil.

JOSEPH. Surely "the Spirit of the Lord God is upon Him, because the Lord has anointed him to bind up the broken hearted," to give sight to the blind, to give ears to the deaf, to make the lame walk.

ANGEL OF THE LORD. His name shall be exalted to the heavens!

ALL ANGELS: in unison "His name shall be called Wonderful! Counsellor! The Mighty God! The Everlasting Father! The Prince of Peace!"

Mary leans over and caresses Child.

MARY: This Little One shall have many beautiful names. "He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest... the Son of God."

When he is eight days old, we will call him JESUS.

Margaretha and Katie step back to Jan. He closes curtain in front of painting. Margaretha is almost beside herself with joy and excitement.

MARGARETHA: Oh, Jan! It is wonderful! The greatest thing you have ever painted! You've got to let everybody see it!

JAN: Well, I--

KATIE: Mister Jan, will you let me bring the yard boy next door to see it?

JAN: Sure. I--

MARGARETHA: eagerly And the bishop? And his wife?

JAN: Anybody who wants to see it can see it.

MARGARETHA: clapping hands together silently I know what let's do! Let's hold an open house! Invite everybody we know! Next Sunday afternoon! Is that all right, Jan?

JAN: still sipping tea It's all right by me. sits down on couch

MARGARETHA: I'll get to work on the guest list this minute!

Katie, you'd better go start making cakes!

KATIE: enthusiastically Oh, yes, Ma'am! I will. I like to bake Christmas cakes. The main way to make a Christmas cake taste good is to stir it from east to west 'cause that's the way the Three Kings traveled—from east to west. exits, making stirring motions and murmuring East to west, east to west, east to west... voice fades out

JAN: You two do what you like. I've simply got to take a nap.

pushes boxes and papers on couch aside

My head hasn't touched a pillow in two nights. lies back

MARGARETHA: From near doorway Jan, I'd love for all the orphan children to come see it.

JAN: That'll be fine. exit Margaretha Bishops, yard-boys, orphans--anybody is welcome to look at THE ADORATION.

After all, the Christ Child came for all people. And when Christmas is here, we ought all to adore him. Make a little ADORATION scene in our heart. goes to sleep

Enter Saint Peter. He goes to foot of couch, looks down at sleeping artist.

SAINT PETER: Jan van Bol, noted landscape artist, am I welcome to look at THE ADORATION?

Jan sits up casually, shows no surprise.

JAN: Of course, Saint Peter. I wasn't expecting you to want to see it. But come on. Follow me, and I'll show it to you.

Jan sleep-walks across stage. Saint Peter follows, lays his hand on Jan's shoulder. Jan stops.

SAINT PETER: No, no, my son, that's all right. I've already seen it. I watched you paint THE ADORATION. A fine piece of work.

Any time, now, you can come up and paint the Pearly Gates!

Saint Peter glides away. Jan turns slowly, sleep-walks way back to couch and lies down. He gives a big sigh of contentment, sleeps on for half a minute or so. Then he sits up, rubs his eyes, stretches his arms, and takes a look at his pocket watch.

JAN: That was a long nap. gets up Ah, I'm happy!

Steps over to center front stage, addresses audience

It makes a man feel good to think he has done something to honor God!

CURTAIN

THE END

SUGGESTIONS FOR STAGING

The reader will have noted many specific staging instructions in reading through this play. In places where the Angels have speaking parts in unison, appropriate singing may be substituted, depending on the singing talents of specific performers and available instrumentation. Suitable music may be found in the play, "Dear Caesar Augustus." The play was originally staged at the Fort Rucker, Alabama Officer's Club, with arrangements as in the following two pictures:

 

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