by G. ROBERT FRAZIER FADE IN: INT. HOUSE – NIGHT Christmas Eve. Dark and quiet. Everyone’s asleep. INT. MASTER BEDROOM – NIGHT MAMA in her kerchief and PA in his cap had just settled down for a long winter’s nap. INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT A five-year-old girl, VIRGINIA, nestled all snug in her bed. Visions … Continue reading ‘It must be St. Nick’