not a redneck was stirrin', or huntin' or trappin'. The rifles were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes they'd be used on a buck or a bear. The rednecks were snorin' all stuck in their lofts, and they stank to high heaven of whiskey and broth . . . |
A holiday comedy about six brothers living together on their mountainside farm in Lickskillet, Kentucky who, while trying to shoot a deer for Christmas dinner, put a bullet hole in Santa Claus. |
Ho, Ho, Huh? |
As they drag the unconscious Santa home, they are followed by an armed elf.
As the elf attempts to kill Santa, Mrs. Claus shows up, spouting tales of elven unfaithfulness and her own broken heart. *Sigh* |
The elf, however, reveals a different story: 'Santa Claus' is a bank robber and his "toy sacks" are full of stolen bank money. |
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Since the boys can barely keep from killing each other, it probably doesn't matter. |
well, I guess they're still fer everyone, but this time we got hillbillies. |
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KENTUCKY CLAUS & THE REBEL ELVES by Jonathan M. Vick 7 M. 2 W. Two acts. Two sets. A fast-paced farcical comedy that explores the true nature of "family" on the holdays. If you would like the read the full text of this play please e-mail Jonathan M. Vick @ defymacbeth@aol.com |