"Yes," Lauren said. "He is."
"Hey, look at that!" Scott said. He pointed at the security monitor. "It"s a Wonderful Life.
My favorite movie!" On the monitor Jimmy Stewart was running through the snow, shouting, "Merry Christmas!"
"Scott," Lauren said, "I can"t go to the party with you."
"Just a minute, okay?" Scott said, staring at the screen. "This is my favorite part." He set the shopping bags down on the receptionist"s desk and leaned his elbows on it. "This is the part where Jimmy Stewart finds out what a wonderful life he"s had."
"You have to take me home," Lauren said.
There was a gust of cold air and snow. Lauren turned around.
"You forgot your cheese puffs," Fred said, holding out the foil-covered plate to Lauren.
"There"s such a thing as being too self-sacrificing, you know," Lauren said.
He held the plate out to her. "That"s what the spirit said."
"He came back?" She shot a glance at the shopping bags.
"Yeah. Right after you left. Don"t worry about the presents.
He said he thought the staplers were a great idea. He also said not to worry about getting a Christmas present for your sister."
"My sister!" Lauren said, clapping her hand to her mouth. "I completely forgot about her."
"He said since you didn"t like it, he sent her the Yanomamo dress."
"She"ll love it," Lauren said.
"He also said it was a wonder Jimmy Stewart ever got Donna Reed, he was so busy giving everybody else what they wanted," he said, looking seriously at her.
"He"s right," Lauren said. "Did he also tell you Jimmy Stewart was incredibly stupid for wanting to go off to college when Donna Reed was right there in front of him?"
"He mentioned it."
"What a great movie!" Scott said, turning to Lauren. "Ready to go up?"
"No," Lauren said. "I"m going with Fred to see a movie." She took the cheese puffs from Fred and handed them to Scott.
"What am I supposed to do with these?"
"Take the foil off," Fred said, "and put them in a microwave for two minutes.""But you"re my date," Scott said. "Who am I supposed to go with?"
There was a gust of cold air and snow. Everyone turned around.
"How do I look?" Evie said, taking off her coat.
"Wow!" Scott said. "You look terrific!"
Evie spun around, her shoulders bare, the sequins glittering on her black dress. "Lauren gave it to me for Christmas," she said happily. "I love Christmas, don"t you?"
"I love that dress," Scott said.
"He also told me," Fred said, "that his favorite thing in Miracle on 34th Street was Santa Claus"s being in disguise-"
"He wasn"t in disguise," Lauren said. "Edmund Gwenn told everybody he was Santa Claus."
Fred held up a correcting finger. "He told everyone his name was Kris Kringle."
"Chris," Lauren said.
"Oh, I love this part," Evie said.
Lauren looked at her. She was standing next to Scott, watching Jimmy Stewart standing next to Donna Reed and singing "Auld Lang Syne."
"He makes all sorts of trouble for everyone," Fred said. "He turns Christmas upside down-"
"Completely disrupts Maureen O"Hara"s life," Lauren said.
"But by the end, everything"s worked out, the doctor has his X-ray machine, Natalie Wood has her house-"
"Maureen O"Hara has Fred-"
"And no one"s quite sure how he did it, or if he did anything."
"Or if he had the whole thing planned from the beginning." She looked seriously at Fred.
"He told me I only thought I knew what I wanted for Christmas."
Fred moved toward her. "He told me just because something seems impossible doesn"t mean a miracle can"t happen."
"What a great ending!" Evie said, sniffling. "It"s a Wonderful Life is my favorite movie."
"Mine, too," Scott said. "Do you know how to heat up cheese puffs?" He turned to Lauren and Fred. "Cut that out, you two, we"ll be late for the party."
"We"re not going," Fred said, putting his arm around Lauren. They started for the door.
"Miracle"s on at eight."
"But you can"t leave," Scott said. "What about all these presents? Who"s going to pa.s.s them out?"
There was a gust of cold air and snow. "Ho ho ho," Santa Claus said.
"Isn"t that your costume, Fred?" Lauren said.
"Yes. It has to be back at the rental place by Monday morning," he said to Santa Claus. "And no changing it into rainforest by-products."
"Merry Christmas!" Santa Claus said.
"I like the way things worked out at the end," Lauren said.
"All we need is a cane standing in the corner," Fred said.
"I have no idea what you"re talking about," Santa Claus said. "Where are all these presents I"m supposed to pa.s.s out?"
"Right here," Scott said. He handed one of the shopping bags to Santa Claus.
"Plastic shopping bags," Santa Claus said, making a "tsk"-ing sound. "You should be using recycled paper."
"Sorry," Scott said. He handed the cheese puffs to Evie and picked up the other two shopping bags. "Ready, Evie?"
"We can"t go yet," Evie said, gazing at the security monitor. "Look, It"s a Wonderful Life is just starting." On the screen Jimmy Stewart"s brother was falling through the ice. "This is my favorite part," she said."Mine, too," Scott said, and went over to stand next to her.
Santa Claus squinted curiously at the monitor for a moment and then shook his head.
"Miracle on 34th Street"s a much better movie, you know," he said reprovingly. "More realistic."
Inn.
Christmas Eve. The organ played the last notes of "O Come, O Come Emmanuel," and the choir sat down. Reverend Wall hobbled slowly to the pulpit, clutching his sheaf of yellowed typewritten sheets.
In the choir, Dee leaned over to Sharon and whispered, "Here we go. Twenty-four minutes and counting."
On Sharon"s other side, Virginia murmured, " "And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.""
Reverend Wall set the papers on the pulpit, looked rheumily out over the congregation, and said, " "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 Judea, 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."" He paused.
"We know nothing of that journey up from Nazareth," Virginia whispered.
"We know nothing of that journey up from Nazareth," Reverend Wall said, in a wavering voice, "what adventures befell the young couple, what inns they stopped at along the way. All we know is that on a Christmas Eve like this one they arrived in Bethlehem, and there was no room for them at the inn."
Virginia was scribbling something on the margin of her bulletin. Dee started to cough. "Do you have any cough drops?" she whispered to Sharon.
"What happened to the ones I gave you last night?" Sharon whispered hack.
"Though we know nothing of their journey," Reverend Wall said, his voice growing stronger, "we know much of the world they lived in. It was a world of censuses and soldiers, of bureaucrats and politicians, a world busy with property and rules and its own affairs."
Dee started to cough again. She rummaged in the pocket of her music folder and came up with a paper-wrapped cough drop. She unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth.
"... a world too busy with its own business to even notice an insignificant couple from far away," Reverend Wall intoned.
Virginia pa.s.sed her bulletin to Sharon. Dee leaned over to read it, too. It read, "What happened here last night after the rehearsal? When I came home from the mall, there were police cars outside."
Dee grabbed the bulletin and rummaged in her folder again. She found a pencil, scribbled "Somebody broke into the church," and pa.s.sed it across Sharon to Virginia.
"You"re kidding," Virginia whispered. "Were they caught?"
"No," Sharon said.The rehearsal on the twenty-third was supposed to start at seven. By a quarter to eight the choir was still standing at the back of the sanctuary, waiting to sing the processional, the shepherds and angels were bouncing off the walls, and Reverend Wall, in his chair behind the pulpit, had nodded off. The a.s.sistant minister, Reverend Lisa Farrison, was moving poinsettias onto the chancel steps to make room for the manger, and the choir director, Rose Henderson, was on her knees, hammering wooden bases onto the cardboard palm trees. They had fallen down twice already.
"What do you think are the chances we"ll still be here when it"s time for the Christmas Eve service to start tomorrow night?" Sharon said, leaning against the sanctuary door.
"I can"t be," Virginia said, looking at her watch. "I"ve got to be out at the mall before nine.
Megan suddenly announced she wants Senior Prom Barbie."
"My throat feels terrible," Dee said, feeling her glands. "Is it hot in here, or am I getting a fever?"
"It"s hot in these robes," Sharon said. "Why are we wearing them? This is a rehearsal."
"Rose wanted everything to be exactly like it"s going to be tomorrow night."
"If I"m exactly like this tomorrow night, I"ll be dead," Dee said, trying to clear her throat.
"I can"t get sick. I don"t have any of the presents wrapped, and I haven"t even thought about what we"re having for Christmas dinner."
"At least you have presents," Virginia said. "I have eight people left to buy for. Not counting Senior Prom Barbie."
"I don"t have anything done. Christmas cards, shopping, wrapping, baking, nothing, and Rill"s parents are coming," Sharon said. "Come on, let"s get this show on the road."
Rose and one of the junior choir angels hoisted the palm trees to standing. They listed badly to the right, as if Bethlehem were experiencing a hurricane. "Is that straight?" Rose called to the back of the church. "Yes," Sharon said. "Lying in church," Dee said. "Tsk, tsk."
"All right," Rose said, picking up a bulletin. "Listen up, everybody. Here"s the order of worship. Introit by the bra.s.s quartet, processional, opening prayer, announcements-Reverend Farrison, is that where you want to talk about the "Least of These"
Project?"
"Yes," Reverend Farrison said. She walked to the front of the sanctuary. "And can I make a quick announcement right now?" She turned and faced the choir. "If anybody has anything else to donate, you need to bring it to the church by tomorrow morning at nine," she said briskly.
"That"s when we"re going to deliver them to the homeless. We still need blankets and canned goods. Bring them to the Fellowship Hall."
She walked back down the aisle, and Rose started in on her list again. "Announcements, "O Come, O Come, Emmanuel," Reverend Wall"s sermon-"
Reverend Wall nodded awake at his name. "Ah," he said, and hobbled toward the pulpit, clutching a sheaf of yellowed typewritten papers.
"Oh, no," Sharon said. "Not a Christmas pageant and a sermon. We"ll be here forever."
"Not a sermon," Virginia said. "The sermon. All twenty-four minutes of it. I"ve got it memorized. He"s given it every year since he came."
"Longer than that," Dee said. "I swear last year I heard him say something in it about World War I."
" "And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city," Reverend Wall said. " "And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth.""
"Oh, no," Sharon said. "He"s going to give the whole sermon right now."