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2014 Holiday Show

"My Favorite Things"

Come For The Fun, Stay For The Boat Parade…

Each year, during the holiday season, one lucky family is chosen to attend the annual gathering of the top elves from around the world. During their visit to the North Pole elf headquarters, the visitors and their hosts share their favorite thoughts and memories of the holiday season. This variety show is not your average showcase; actors, musicians, dancers and singers wrap around a warm hearted story featuring talent from all over Orange County. Come early for the preshow as you stroll through the Jolly Holiday Boutique. Each intermission will feature the food and talent from the tales told in the show.  As you exit, you’ll catch the splendor of the 106th Newport Beach boat parade.

The sweetest story in town will be told on 3 jolly holiday dates this December. 


Friday, 12/19/14 7:00 pm

Saturday, 12/20/14 4:00 pm

Sunday, 12/21/14 4:00 pm

E-mail: holidayshow2014@gmail.com

Phone: 949-631-0288

Tickets: General Admission $12.



Cast Member(s)


Angelina & Anna-Karin Bjorklund

Team Sweden

Arietta Goshtasby

Harriet’s granddaughter

Arly Adame

Daughter of Cezar – Team Mexico

Brian Crawford

Son of Santa

Caitlyn Roum

Harriet’s granddaughter

Cezar Hernandez

Head of Team Mexico

David Colley

Eccentric toy maker

Eliza Tait


Emily Lutes

Ballerina in Nutcracker

Harriet Whitmyer

Winner of my favorite things contest

Jacqueline McNeill


Jonathan Scott

Brumbly Elf

Kahlo Quinn

Santa, elf

Katja Davis

Daughter of the eccentric toy maker

Lauren Kensel


Liyah Azar


Makayla Wu

Team Asia

Marea Craig


Meghan Reardon

Ballroom Dancer

Nancy Miller

Manager, head elf

Relampago Del Cielo

Ballet Folklorico team

Sarah Hall

Mrs. Claus

Vasil & Cosi Chekardzhikov

Team Bulgaria - Guitar & Ballroom Master

Yaireth Castro

Daughter of Cezar – Team Mexico


Creative Team

Katina Goshtasby – Co-producer

Kelly Townsend – Writer, Director, Co-producer

Parviz Goshtasby - Tech

Witness For the Prosecution


Please audition with director Kathy Paladino on November 24 and 25 at 7:00 p.m. at NTAC.  Refer to the roles and sides below.

SIR WILFRED (English accent):

He seems to have impressed both of us favorably.  I can’t think why.  I never heard a weaker story.  And yet, it must be true.  It couldn’t be so idiotic if it wasn’t true.  Put all the facts down in black and white and the whole thing is utterly damning.  When you talk to the boy, and he blurts out these damning facts, you realize that the whole thing could happen just as he said.

Unfortunately, the only evidence in his favour seems to be his wife’s---and who’s going to believe a wife.  And, she’s a foreigner.  Nine out of the twelve in a jury box believe a foreigner is lying anyway.  She’ll be emotional and upset, and won’t understand what the prosecuting counsel says to her. Still, we have to interview her.  You’ll see, she’ll have hysterics all over my Chambers. 

MYERS (English accent):

May it please you, my lord.  Members of the Jury, this is a case of murder.  The facts are simple and up to a certain point are not in dispute.  You will hear how the prisoner made the acquaintance of Miss Emily French, a woman of fifty-six.  How he was treated by her with kindness and even affection.  The nature of that affection you will have to decide for yourselves.  Dr. Wyatt will tell you that in his opinion death occurred at some time between nine-thirty and ten on the night of the fourteenth of October last.  You will hear the evidence of Janet McKenzie, who was Miss French’s faithful and devoted housekeeper The fourteenth of October—it was a Friday—was Janet McKenzie’s night out, but on this occasion she happened to return for a few minutes with a key and upon going upstairs to her room she passed the door of the sitting room.  She will tell you that in the sitting room she heard the voices of Miss French and of the prisoner—Leonard Vole. 

LEONARD VOLE (American):

It was one day in Oxford Street.  I saw an old lady crossing the road carrying a lot of parcels and in the middle of the street she dropped them, tried to get hold of them again and found a bus was almost on top of her.  Just managed to get to the curb safely.  Well, I recovered her parcels from the street and soothed the old dear down.  She was very grateful.  Anyone would think I’d saved her life instead of her parcels.

I never expected to see her again, but by an extraordinary coincidence, two days later I happened to be sitting behind her in the theatre.  She looked around and recognized me and we began to talk, and in the end she asked me to come and see her.  She made no secret of the fact that she was rolling in money.  I know they’ll say I was after her for her money.  And in a way, perhaps that is true.  I’d invented a gadget for a car—a really good idea it is—and if I could have persuaded her to finance that, well, I mean it would have been her money, and it might have brought her in a lot.  Oh, it’s difficult to explain—but I wasn’t sponging off her, Sir Wilfred, really I wasn’t.

ROMAINE (Russian):

I already said that I want to understand fully just how black the case against--my husband is.  I say to the police, Leonard was at home with me at nine-thirty—and they do not believe me.  There is no one else who saw him, so it will only be his word and mine.  I shall have to swear, shall I not, to speak the truth and all the truth and nothing but the truth.

It is very convenient that I cannot by law be called to testify against my husband.  But Leonard Vole is not my husband.  He went through a form of marriage with me in Berlin.  He got me out of the Russian zone and brought me to this country.  I did not tell him, but I had a husband living at the time.  Leonard worships the ground I walk on…………I will say that Leonard came in at twenty-five past nine on the evening of October 14th.


It was a Friday and my night out.  I was going to see some friends of mine in Glenister Road, which is not above three minutes walk. I left the house at half past seven.  I’d promised to take my friend the pattern of a knitted cardigan that she’d admired.  When I got there I found I’d left it behind, so after supper I said  I’d slip back and get it as it was a fine night and no distance.  I got back to the house at twenty-five past nine.  I let myself in with my key and went upstairs to my room.  As I passed the sitting-room door I heard the prisoner in there talking to Miss French…..I know his voice well enough.  Talking and laughing they were.  But it was no business of mine so I went up and fetched the pattern, came down and let myself out and went back to my friend.

THE OTHER WOMAN (Lower class cockney):

The chap I was going with did this to my face.  Going with him steady, I was too.  He was a bit younger than me, but he was fond of me and I loved him.  Then she came along.  She took a fancy to him and she got him away from me.  She started to see him on the sly and one day he cleared out.  I knew where he’d gone.  I went after him and I found them together.  I told ‘er what I thought of ‘er and ‘e set on me.  In with one of the razor gangs he was.  He cut my face up proper.  “There,” he says, “no man will ever look at you now.”

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