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RPIS News – 7th Article<\/strong><\/h2>\n
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“A New First Christmas”<\/b><\/span><\/h1>\n

\u2014A One-Act Drama<\/b><\/span>\u2014<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Published February 3, 2025
Student writer\/artist’s b<\/strong>rief <\/strong><\/span>bio is below this story<\/span>
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\u2014Author is <\/b><\/span>RPIS Seventh Grader<\/b><\/span>\u2014<\/b><\/span><\/span>
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Scene One<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n
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Opening Scene<\/span><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

It was Christmas morning, all the children in the Joyce family are running out of their bedrooms screaming and shouting \u201cIt\u2019s Christmas!\u201d<\/strong><\/em> Excitedly, they all open their presents.\u00a0<\/span><\/h3>\n


The children are gasping in delight and hugging each other, but one girl is not as happy as the others. Her name is Allison, she is quite confused and disappointed with her presents.<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

[Spotlight stays on Allison, as others fade into shadow and cannot be understood by audience].<\/span><\/h3>\n

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ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

Allison says quietly to herself:<\/span> I clearly wrote on my wish list that I wanted a doll<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/span>
<\/span>When she opens her box, it is a controller; she again speaks to herself: <\/span>Maybe my other box is a doll!<\/span><\/i><\/span>
<\/span>When she opens it, it is an electric car. <\/span>
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<\/span>She speaks to herself again: <\/span>Why in the world did I get an electric car? It\u2019s not even close to a doll, this must be a mistake! I should ask the parents!<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

Scene Two<\/strong><\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0<\/span>Allison stands up and goes into the busy kitchen.<\/span>
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ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

She asks the grown-ups: <\/span>Was my present a mistake? <\/span><\/em><\/span>
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<\/span>But everyone is so busy, shouting, cooking, dancing, and singing that no one can hear her.<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0SALLY<\/span><\/h3>\n

A girl pulls her shirt and says:<\/span> Hey Allison, what are you doing?<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

I got something that I didn\u2019t want, Sally<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n


<\/span>SALLY<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

Maybe Santa Claus made a mistake and –<\/span><\/i> .<\/span><\/span> <\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n
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Allison Cries<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Allison shouts: <\/span>Santa Claus isn\u2019t real! And I\u2019m the black <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span>sheep of this family, this isn\u2019t even my real family! I\u2019m the unluckiest girl in the world!<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/i><\/i><\/h3>\n

Allison adds: <\/span>Maybe it\u2019s because I\u2019m not from this family. <\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span>That\u2019s why!
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<\/span><\/i>Allison cries: <\/span>This is my first and worst Christmas with this family!<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

Scene Three<\/b><\/span><\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

In tears, Allison runs to her room.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

Allison locks the door and asks outloud: <\/span>World, what did I do to deserve this? This is my third family this year! Do you hate me?<\/span><\/i><\/span>
<\/span>The room is silent. <\/span>
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<\/span>She cries: <\/span>Nothing, nothing good ever happens to me? Why?<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

Then she blacks out.
[Stage goes dark momentarily, then lights come up.] When she opens her eyes, she sees a figure in her room.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

Allison wonders: <\/span>Is this a dream?<\/span><\/span><\/i>
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ALLISON\u2019S FATHER<\/span><\/h3>\n
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Good Conversation<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

A soft, gentle voice answers:
<\/span>No Allison, this is not a dream!<\/span><\/i><\/span>
<\/span>Allison appears puzzled by the reply from a mysterious figure.<\/span>
<\/span>No Allison I am not God, I am your father.<\/span><\/i><\/span> <\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

She shouts: <\/span>
<\/span>Dad?! How-why are you here? I thought you were dead?!<\/span><\/i>
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ALLISON\u2019S FATHER<\/span><\/h3>\n

Yes I\u2019m dead, but this is my soul.<\/span><\/i><\/span>
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ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

Allison runs and is ready to hug him, but she can do it: <\/span>
<\/span>Dad, please come back! I cannot survive here anymore!<\/span><\/i><\/span>
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<\/span>Allison begs: <\/span>They don\u2019t listen to me, they gave me my adopted brother\u2019s leftovers as presents! They ruined it!<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON\u2019S FATHER<\/span><\/h3>\n

Allison be grateful!<\/span><\/i><\/span>
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ALLISON
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Allison complains:
<\/span>Well, there\u2019s nothing to be grateful for in my life<\/i>!<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON\u2019S FATHER
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You should be grateful for being alive right now Allison<\/span><\/i>. <\/span><\/span>
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ALLISON
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Why Dad?<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON\u2019S FATHER
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Because the journey here wasn’t easy. <\/span><\/i>
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<\/span><\/i>Let\u2019s go back in time<\/span><\/i>! <\/span>Remember that night? When we went on a ferry, and the ship sank?<\/span><\/i> You were the only survivor! <\/span><\/i>
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<\/span><\/i>The universe knows that you will change the world one day!\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/h3>\n

<\/i><\/i>You found a loving home, and your new family loves you as much as we do. Especially your adopted father, Harrison Joyce right? He loves you very much.<\/span><\/i><\/span>
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ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

If they love me, why did they give me the wrong present?<\/span><\/span><\/i>
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ALLISON\u2019S FATHER<\/span><\/h3>\n

It\u2019s just a little mistake, look at everything else they’ve done for you!<\/span><\/i> Just make the most of it?<\/span><\/i> <\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

Allison says to herself: <\/span>That\u2019s an idea! We can\u2019t change the past, so we must never take anything for granted.<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

Allison thanks her father for everything: <\/span>
<\/span>Thank you Dad – thank you!<\/em><\/span>
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Scene Four<\/b><\/span><\/h3>\n

Allison wipes her tears and runs to the kitchen:\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

ALLISON<\/span><\/h3>\n

She walks to her adopted father and says:<\/span>
<\/span>Thank you for helping me in my darkest moments, I love you D-dad!<\/span><\/i><\/span>
<\/span><\/i>Then she thanks everyone in her new family, even the one that bullied her:<\/span> Thank you !Thank you for everything!<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

SALLY<\/span><\/h3>\n

Allison, Oliver also has an electric racing car!<\/span><\/h3>\n

\u00a0OLIVER<\/span><\/h3>\n

Do you want to race with me?<\/span><\/i><\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n
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Racing Scene<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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<\/span>Allison happily nods in agreement and starts racing with her Christmas present racing car.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n

Suddenly everyone in the family is cheering for either Allison or Oliver and their race cars. Everything is falling into place. Allison is grateful that she is alive, happy, healthy, and loved. <\/span>
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<\/span>Everyone is dancing, cheering and eating. This is one of Allison’s favorite memories of her milestones growing up.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/h3>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\n\t\n<\/div>\n

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RPIS Student News
<\/em><\/span><\/strong><\/span>Writer and Artist For This <\/strong><\/span>Article<\/strong><\/span><\/h2>\n
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Chelsea<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

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Writer – nom de plume <\/em><\/span><\/strong>Chelsea, favorite thing is creative arts<\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

Chelsea <\/strong><\/span>also provided original drawings to accompany this drama.<\/span><\/strong><\/h4>\n

\u00a9 All text and graphics are the property of the author, which Rajapark International School (RPIS) is using with the author’s permission.<\/span><\/strong><\/h4>\n

To ask the author’s permission to use any text or any graphic on this webpage, please contact RPIS at 68 Ramkhamhaeng 21, Phlabphla, Wang Thonglang, Bangkok 10310, Thailand<\/span><\/strong><\/span>
Email: rpisbangkok@gmail.com<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/h4>\n

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Sponge Bob<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Managing Editor – <\/span><\/strong>nom de plume <\/em><\/span>Sponge Bob, favorite thing is crocheting.\u00a0<\/span><\/h4>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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