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Merry Christmas, me Hearties! |
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Shiver me timbers! If ye be havin’ the gall to look across the briny
deep, ye’ll be
Eliza can’t believe her own eyes! Right there in her spyglass is a
big red sleigh just waiting to be pilfered! Captain Greybeard comes
Characters:
Santa Claus
Time: With singing groups between the
scenes, allow one hour!
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So, Ollie are we on schedule? You know that I
like to leave |
Yarr! A look-see I'd like to be havin' here.
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To arms, me lads! The spoils of the sleigh
shall be ours |
I'm adding you to the Black List of bad little boys
and girls |
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Joey, there is nothing here, nothing at all. |
Arrr, Cap'n, I've made note of me sharp tongue.
It be troublin' |
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Avast, little one! It's me bones that should
be |
'Tis kind of ye, Santa, to allow such a roguish
fellow as |
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Well, Ollie another successful ride! Children
around |
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