You may walk into this expecting a light holiday romp: the title is fun, and the character's name (Cynthia) maybe sets you up for a riff on Cindy Lou Who -- another young girl who had a memorable encounter with Santa Claus. But this is no Dr. Seuss parody; DC Cathro has a weirder, sadder, messier story to tell, one about love and doubt and regret, about the thrill and the misgivings of being pursued, and the murky confusion young people can experience around weighing societal taboos and our own instincts. A haunting, sorrowful winner.

Lovely imagery. That moment, that "sliver of doubt" like a "stake." Perfect. This monologue is all at once contemporary and mythical. Loved the detail of the forest animals which is reminiscent of those iconic Christmas specials aired every year. But Cathro makes this myth all his own.

When you’re immortal, age differences don’t mean much. What matters is love. The love you think you feel. The love you hope they return. That you know yourselves well enough to allow yourselves to love each other. Someone is always loves someone else first. And more. Which means someone else has to catch up p. If they want to. If they’re not afraid.

Unfortunately, age is often the vessel that delivers maturity and bravery from the inconstant maelstrom of youth.

And here we are.

Here but for the grace of God go I.

Heartbreaking and surprising. Gorgeous!