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First Cratchit Scene

First Cratchit Scene--This is the scene in the Cratchit House that Scrooge sees, during the Christmas Present section, unbeknownst to the Cratchits.  This scene includes an endearing solo for Tiny Tim as he dreams about someday being able to walk and run again.  Go here to hear the song.

MRS. CRATCHIT

What has ever got your precious father?  And your brother, Tiny Tim?  And Martha wasn't as late last Christmas Day by half-an-hour!

PETER

(entering with a pot)

Here's Martha, mother! 

MRS. CRATCHIT

(helping MARTHA with her shawl)

Why, bless your heart alive, my dear, how late you are.

MARTHA

We had a great deal of work to finish up last night, and had to clear away this morning, mother.

MRS. CRATCHIT

Well! Never mind so long as you are come.  Sit down before the fire, my dear, and have a warm, Lord bless you!

BELINDA

No, no! There's father coming.  Hide, Martha, hide!

(MARTHA hides.  In comes BOB and TINY TIM, bearing a crutch, upon his shoulder.)

CRATCHIT

(looking around)

Why, where's our Martha?

MRS. CRATCHIT

Not coming.

CRATCHIT

Not coming!  Not coming upon Christmas Day!

(MARTHA comes from her hiding place to hug her father.  PETER, MARTHA and BELINDA carry TINY TIM to the wash house)

MRS. CRATCHIT

And how did little Tim behave?

(During CRATCHIT's line, TINY TIM is carried back in and sit down.  EVERYONE sits around the table.)

CRATCHIT

As good as gold and better.  Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant for them to remember upon Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk, and blind men see.

MRS. CRATCHIT

Oh, that child.

(The scene freezes for TIM’s song.)

TINY TIM

Sometimes I dream of how it could be

To run and to play with my friends.

And sometimes I wonder what it could have been

To win at a race now and then.

But that’s something that I could just never do.

But I keep on trusting my God.

Someday I’ll run and play.

I’ll be as happy can be.

Someday there’ll be no more pain.

And I hope that someday could be someday soon.

I hope that someday could be someday soon.

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