SCENE 1, INTERIOR. AFTERNOON, CLASSROOM. Several students remain in the classroom working on missing homework assignments during recess. The teacher is setting up a lesson on the digital chalkboard. After a few minutes, a 5th grade boy approaches his him.
JOEY: Mr. Z, what do you want for Christmas?
[The teacher turns in his seat and looks at the boy].
TEACHER: What do I want?
JOEY: Yeah, I want to get you a present.
TEACHER: Joey, I really don’t need anything…just doing your best each day and turning in your assignments is the best gift you could ever give to me.
[The boy is silent for a moment].
JOEY: But I want to buy you something.
TEACHER: Seriously, Joey…there isn’t anything that I need; however, I appreciate you wanting to get me a gift.
[The boy shakes his head adamantly].
JOEY: Mr. Z, you don’t understand. You’re the best teacher I’ve ever had. I need to get you something so you know how much I like you…I have $83 to spend.
TEACHER: Joey, I don’t want you to spend your money on me; especially not on anything that would cost anywhere near $83.
JOEY: Well, that’s money to buy everyone gifts. [Pause]. So what do you want for Christmas? Maybe some guitar picks?
TEACHER: Just your best each day, Joey…
JOEY: Okay, tell you what…you think about it and then let me know. Okay, Mr. Z?
[The boy walks back to his desk].
SCENE 2, INTERIOR. AFTERNOON, CLASSROOM. The bell has just rung, indicating that the school day has ended. The kids gather up their backpacks and put their chairs on their desks. The class members, in turn, walk up to the teacher and give him a high five as they leave. As the class empties out of the room, the fifth grade boy approaches the teacher again. Instead of giving him a high five, he wraps his arms around the teacher and gives him a hug.
JOEY: So, have you thought of anything I can give you for Christmas?
TEACHER: What are you talking about? You just gave me the best gift of all, Joey. Thanks.
[The boy looks confused for a second then smiles].
JOEY: Well, I’m still going to give you something, Mr. Z
[The boy shoulders his backpack and walks out the door].
TEACHER: [Whispered]. You give me a gift every day, Joey…
[Fade to black].