Santa Claus Is Down! by D.C. Copeland | Script Revolution

Santa Claus Is Down!

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Shooting down Santa's sleigh on Christmas Eve is one thing but killing Christmas is quite another.
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Moore, a big strapping man with a full salt and pepper beard and a thing for red flannel and suspenders, is at the counter of a general store somewhere on the edge of civilization in northern Alaska. It's Christmas Eve and he's buying a bottle of port and a slice of cheese. A man behind him wearing a black parka and sunglasses asks the Shopkeeper behind the counter if he's seen anything unusual “around these here parts?” The guy says no. Black Parka turns to Moore, “How 'bout you, buddy?” Moore picks up his stuff turns and, as he exits, says, “Aside from you? Nothing.” As Moore mounts his snowmobile and drives away, Shopkeeper explains to Black Parka that Moore is a loner, having moved up there a year ago following the accidental deaths of his wife and children in a car accident down in the states. They were driving to a family affair to celebrate Christmas and exchange gifts. Moore was behind the wheel.

Moore rides his snowmobile back to his isolated cabin deep in the woods. There he feeds a pet mouse some of the cheese before taking the bottle and a loaded gun to a small table near the window overlooking the mountains and forest outside. A moment passes before he picks up the gun and puts it to his head. He closes his eyes and just when he is about to pull the trigger, he hears sleigh bells. His eyes pop open. He sees something glinting in the sky as the sun sets behind the mountains. And then the roof of his log cabin caves in.

The mouse wakens Moore by nibbling on his ear beneath the rubble. Moore crawls out and sees most of his cabin has been destroyed. He also sees a gift wrapped package lying in the snow. He stumbles toward it and reads the tag: To Danny Moore, From Santa. It's in his handwriting to his dead son. Tears well up in his eyes, he thinks he's going mad. When he looks up, he sees a small hand sticking up out of the snow. He throws himself through the snow to get to it. When he digs it up, he sees it's a baby doll, the same one he and his wife bought for their daughter. Just when he thinks he's gone completely insane, he hears a weak voice, “Clark, help me.” He looks up. It's Santa, and he's lying in the snow next to his sleigh.

Not a believer in miracles, Moore still goes to him, hoping against hope things like miracles and Santa Claus do exist. To his surprise, Santa is handing over the reins to Moore to carry on the tradition. But before Moore can digest the implications, a Black Ops helicopter comes over the treetops. Guys in black parkas rappel down lines and within seconds Black Parka is standing behind Moore and Santa with a gun pointed at them. He demands Moore step back so his men can take Santa away. Moore, for some reason that surprises him, fights back, only to be pinned down in the snow. Santa is placed in a rescue litter as the black parkas, with their guns pointed at him, back away. Black Parka grabs the line, spreads his legs and stands over it as it rises through a snowstorm kicked up by the spinning helicopter blades.

And then Moore hears the voices of his dead children. He turns to them and sees the sleigh. He crawls toward it and crying, grabs its reins. A charge of golden energy runs up the reins into his hands. His body and face are transformed, he's smiling and at peace. The sleigh shakes loose of the snow and the reindeer emerge from the snow. Black Parka sees what's happening and shouts down to his men to stop it but they can't hear him over the roar of the helicopter engine. When he looks down at Santa, the old man's body is gone. He turns back in frustration to see Santa's sled rising out of the snow and flying into the air, Moore now as Santa.

The mouse looks up as the sleigh and its reindeer fly over the destroyed cabin. The little thing is standing on Moore's body.

Submitted: August 25, 2018
Last Updated: August 26, 2018

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The Writer: D.C. Copeland

Hello, thanks for taking a look at who I am. Hopefully you aren't here because you were “misdirected,” that you want to find out more about just who this D.C. Copeland is after reading one of my loglines. I'm an artist, a muralist, and a writer whose canvases and stories are for the most part writ large across time and space. While in college at the University of Miami , I co-founded Ecology Action of Florida . That sense of saving the environment can be found in many of my works. While creating works of art and fiction, I supported myself and my family as the Warner Bros Pictures Florida Field Rep for Publicity and Promotion for nearly 20-years. During that time I got to know many... Go to bio

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