A playful and spirited take on the chaos of modern holiday traditions, this production turns the season of excess on its head with charm and cheek. While the world races through sales, shipping deadlines, and perfectly curated gift lists, the story leans into something more enduring: connection, generosity, and a reminder that the true spirit of giving doesn’t come with a return policy. And you gotta love a festive punch in the face!

Monica Cross' play finally brings Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas and Santa Claus together. These spirits of Christmas debate the Spirit of Christmas in a jaded manner. They duke it out (literally) over what Christmas really means. The fact that this play cam from a typo'd title makes it even more charming. The ending is hysterical.

A jovial romp between, essentially, two ghosts of Christmas past and the modern, consumerist, ghost of Christmas present. Cross's writing is absolutely gorgeous. As I read (and read aloud), I am at once transported to a time long-gone, but whose rhetoric is still alive within Cross's voice. It feels both timeless and altogether modern.

How it reminds the reader and viewer about the importance of perhaps not just Christmas, but the rejection of modern consumerism and the necessity of good deeds, community, and connection! To top it all off: this is a really funny play. What more can you want?...