(The Baker closes the bakery door, and places a closed sign. An old woman dressed in a long black shawl knocks. The baker looks through the door window).
Baker: I’m closed… come tomorrow.
Old Woman: I need a dozen of St. Nicks cookies. It will only take a minute, sir.
(The Baker opens the door)
Baker: Come in.
Old Woman: Oh, thank you.
(The Baker takes a bag of cookies and gives it to the old woman. She pays the baker, then she opens the bag, looks inside and counts the cookies)
Baker: Is there something wrong?
Old Woman: Well, yes. I asked for a dozen of cookies and you gave me twelve.
Baker: Ha, ha, ha… Yes, twelve is a dozen.
Old Woman: No, one more and that’s a dozen.
Baker: I will not give you thirteen. If you want a dozen…you will get only twelve cookies. You will get what you pay for.
Old Woman: You’re a mean person! Have a nice day, and learn how to count… Oh, and when you do… I’ll come back.
(The Old Woman leaves. The Baker closes the door and places the closed sign)
Baker: Good-bye, grandma!
(The Baker is at the bakery talking to a customer. The customer has a pie in his hand)
Man: This is the most terrible pie I have tasted in my whole life! I want my money back!
Baker: Sir… You know I can’t do that.
Man: This apple pie is too sweet! Give me my money, or give me another pie.
Baker: I already told you. I can’t!
Man: Fine! I will never come to your bakery again.
(The Man puts the pie on the counter, and leaves. An angry woman enters)
Woman: This morning I bought these cookies… and they are all burnt!
Baker: Give me one.
(The Woman gives him a cookie. The Baker bites the cookie)
Baker: Mmmm …it’s so good!
Woman: That is not true… and you know it!
Baker: If you expect me to give you your money back… you’re wrong lady. Business is business!
Woman: Oh, you’re such a… I’ll tell all my friends not to come to your bakery!
(The Woman leaves. The Baker closes the door)
Baker: Bah! Customers come and go, just like money does!
(The Baker walks through the bakery looking at the empty shelves).
Baker: My business is not going well… this place is completely empty. I haven’t baked anything… what for? … if I don’t have customers…maybe it was that old woman who put a curse on me!
(He sits on a chair behind the counter. He sees over the counter, two bags of St. Nicks cookies. He takes in his hand one of the bags and takes out a cookie).
Baker: St. Nicholas …I need your help.
(St. Nicholas enters the bakery. The Baker stands up )
Baker: What can I do for you?… I have no bread.
St. Nicholas: Don’t you recognize me?
Baker: Oh…. It’s you!
St. Nicholas: All she wanted was one more cookie. Why was it so hard for you to be generous… especially on this time of the year. Why?
Baker: I’m sorry, St. Nicholas… I have changed, you have to believe me.
St. Nicholas: I believe in you… now you have the opportunity to make it all right again. Happy holidays!
(St. Nicholas leaves. The old woman dressed in a long black shawl enters. The Baker looks surprised)
Old Woman: I would like a dozen of your Saint Nicholas cookies… please.
(The Baker looks surprised. He gives the old woman a bag of the cookies, and puts one more cookie inside the bag)
Baker: In my bakery… from now on… a dozen is thirteen.
Old Woman: Oh, I see that you have learned to count well. You will surely be rewarded.
(The old woman pays for the cookies and leaves)
Baker: You were always right…. happy holidays!
Author: Adapted by K I D S I N C O based on a Dutch Folktale
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