Night Before Christmas - Poetry - London Cockney Character (Extract)

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Denise Douglass

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Characterisation for a special production (short extract). Full studio production, music and sound effects.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Senior (55+)

Accents

British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (England - East Anglia, Cambridge, Hertfordshire) British (General)

Transcript

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It was the night before Christmas By Clement Clarke Moore. It was the night before Christmas when, all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mass. The stockings are hung by the chimney with care in hopes that ST Nicholas soon would be there. We're now on the lawn, there along such a friend from the bait to say What was that? Awaited a window, are flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and froth. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the last row of midday to objects below when, what, to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh on a doily reindeer with a little old driver so lively and quick. I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick more rapid than eagles. His coursers they came and he whistled and shot him in cold blood. And now you. Now dasher, now dancer, now Prancer and vixen on Comey on Cupid on Donner and beats him to the top of the porch to the top of the wall. Now dash away, dash away. That's Ohio and name in between. Clean I own on the roof problems in the pouring of each Leland, as I dream I aim, was turning around down the chimney. ST Nicholas came with a. He had a broad face and a little lamb belly that shook when he laughed like about religion, A wink of ease away on a twist of these aid soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work and field all the stockings, then turned with a jerk and laying his finger aside of his nose and giving a nod up the chimney. Rose, he's trying to his slime to his team gave a whistle and away they all flew like the down of a thistle. Biodynamics came, Hayley drove a site. Happy Christmas, Sewell and so a good night, Merry Christmas.