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“Let’s go back.” You say, your voice more confident than you feel.
A murmur of agreement ripples through the crowd of (for once) silent teenagers, and you lead them back the way you all came.
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The encounter with the ghost is behind you now. At least that’s what you all tell the very worried parents when the children re
returned home at the crack of dawn on Christmas Eve – not an ounce of sleep would be had for a while. You appreciated the
children’s effort to put some realism into the scenes with an actual ghost (or at least that was their excuse) but you all agree the
Mokoi is not the best ghost for this job. Sorry Mokoi, you’re fired. The play goes on with all the fundraising that you completed – it just
scrapes through. Some would say just – ask the very badly crafted baby Jesus – but it went on and that’s all you care about. It’s a
blast for everyone involved, and the audience eats it up. Especially Aaron’s very realistic – to the point of worry- reaction to the
angels appearing. You feel like after the encounter with the
very
real Mokoi all of you have grown closer, and strangely enough a
new theatric passion seems to have been birthed in your students after the experience. You sometimes joke that the Mokoi needs to
show up more to illicit this amazingly attendance out of all of them. All of you secretly agree that no, that is not a good idea. Never
again.
All of them, especially Jordan, are very determined to do something with the Ghosts of Christmas next year. And, well, you can’t say
no to them when they are this enthusiastic. For the first time that you came to this rural town, you truly feel at home.