We see a SINGLE MOTHER refilling snow globes with Christmas juice. She is widow. Her husband dies in every war.



SINGLE MOTHER

I refill globes better than Jesus Claus, yet still my twins are dad-free. Why? They need double dad.



BUSINESS MAN enters the shop. He wears clothes that cost money. His hands are breifcases, and he's Hallmark hot.



SINGLE MOTHER (CONTINUED)

Hi. Do your snow globes lack wet? Hurry. Christmess attacks soon.



Business Man has flashback to when he was Business Boy. A Christmas tree explodes his family on purpose. He now hates trees and Christmas and explosions. He exits the flashback.



BUSINESS MAN

Shut your sound! I am from Huge City. I bought your land and am turning it into an oil resort.



SINGLE MOTHER

Rude behavior! This is a family business. I sell families. I am widow. My husband is now bones.



Single Mother points to her husband's bones in the corner of the room. They are all giftwrapped in eggnog.



BUSINESS MAN

All of my wives are bones! That is America. But I must make money for my twins to live. They are a prince.



SINGLE MOTHER

I too own twins. Please, don't have bought my land. Christmas is today.



BUSINESS MAN

Laugh. I bought Christmas and now it is never. Unless we go on dates.



SINGLE MOTHER

I cannot date because of a snow curse. I pray Santa helps me.



Santa cannot help. She did not know but Santa was her husband. Santa is bones. Bones help nobody.