Am I forgetting Anything?
(A drama about Easter)

Director's Notes: Amazing how even as Christians, we can fill the most important days of the year like Easter and Christmas with so much stuff that we forget about Jesus. I mean, it's not intentional or anything but we are so busy that we forget what we are celebrating. We need to slow down and give our Lord the praise and thanks He deserves.

The drama ends in such a way for a lead-in to the message where the pastor can say "In your busyness today, will you be like the couple in the drama and forget about Jesus?"

Cast:
Jim: The husband
Donna: The wife.

Props:
2 chairs
Couch

Setting:
Family Room

(LIGHTS UP CENTER STAGE where Jim has his head back, slumped over on a couch, his tie is undone and crooked. He looks exhausted. After a few seconds, Donna drags herself in and plops down on the couch, startling Jim)

Jim:  Kids go down ok?

Donna: If “ok” means that they were asleep before their heads hit the pillow, yeah.

Jim: Oh, don’t even mention sleep. I don’t know if I can even drag myself up to bed.

Donna:  Join the club. I’m exhausted and my feet are killing me.

Jim:  Why do we do this?

Donna:  Why do we do what?

Jim: Why do we have to turn Easter into a masochistic marathon every year?

Donna:  Because it’s tradition.

Jim:  Who started this tradition?

Donna:  You did dear.

Jim:  Really?

Donna:  Yes. When the kids were born.

Jim:   I must have been mad.

Donna:  Oh don’t be so hard on yourself. Today wasn’t that bad.

Jim:  No?

Donna:  It was worse….. just kidding. It’s just that we plan so much on Easter every year that we just end up exhausted by the end of the day.

Jim: Exactly. I mean, I can’t even remember what we did today.

Donna:  Well, we got up at 8:30 for church.

Jim:  Oh yeah, that’s right. Is that when Timmy stuck the palm leaf up his nose?

Donna: No, that was last week. This week he burped up all over Gail Henderson.

Jim:  Right. Not a pretty sight.

Donna:  Then we sang some songs… I don’t remember which… then the pastor talked about Easter and…

Jim:     …then Timmy started wailing. How can such a small baby make such an awful noise? I can still hear it. Something like a cross between nails on a blackboard and Janis Joplin.

Donna:  Oh, it wasn’t that bad. (Jim looks at her) Okay, so maybe it was that bad.

Jim: Then what did we do?

Donna:  Then we had the Easter egg hunt.

Jim:  Oh, how could I forget. Why do they always choose me for the bunny costume?

Donna:  I thought you looked adorable.

Jim:   I looked deranged.

Donna: You didn’t look any worse than Tommy Nunan.

Jim:  Is that the kid that ate all the chocolate with the tin foil still on?

Both:   (both shudder)

Jim:   What else?

Donna:  Well, then we went out for a late brunch with your parents.

Jim:   (puts head in hands) How in the world could I forget that?

Donna:  I meant to ask you, what was going on between your parents?

Jim:   Don’t even go there. I have no idea. I don’t want to know.

Donna:  No seriously, who gets in a fight about the color of an orange?

Jim:     (shaking his head) 3 hours. 3 long, awful hours. (looks up) Then there was dinner at your parents.

Donna:  Oh, it wasn’t that bad.

Jim:     You’re kidding right? Did you eat the same ham I ate? And what was with the ice cream? It must have been in the freezer since 1982. I asked her what the frosted gel was on top of it and she said it was “protective coating.”

Donna:  (they both shudder) Okay, so as far as Easter goes, there was church, the Easter egg hunt, brunch with your parents, and dinner with mine. Am I forgetting anything?

Jim:  (thinks for a moment) No. That about covers it. Some Easter.

Donna:   Yep. (She stares at him for a moment and then they both slump into the couch, heads back.)

LIGHTS OUT FAST

END

© 2002 Dave Marsh