Do They Know It's Christmas?

A.N. Well, I'm not going to write about Sapphire and Katja going to bed, as I'm sure you can imagine. So, the next day, whilst Kat was sleeping off a large amount of jet lag, Sapphire and all of her schoolmates were getting ready for their slightly different version of Charles Dicken's "A Christmas Carol." I shall skip the dress rehearsal, and move on to the part just before Sapphire's character appears. Enjoy :)
The part in italics is straight from the book "A Christmas Carol," which I don't own in anyway.

Yes! and the bedpost was his own. The bed was his own, the room was his own. Best and happiest of all, the Time before him was his own, to make amends in!

`I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future.' Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. `The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley. Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this. I say it on my knees, old Jacob, on my knees.'

He was so fluttered and so glowing with his good intentions, that his broken voice would scarcely answer to his call. He had been sobbing violently in his conflict with the Spirit, and his face was wet with tears.

`They are not torn down.' cried Scrooge, folding one of his bed-curtains in his arms,' they are not torn down, rings and all. They are here - I am here - the shadows of the things that would have been, may be dispelled. They will be. I know they will.'

As he said this, his ears happened to pick the sound of a female singing "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" in a pretty, light tone. At first, Scrooge thought that one of his neighbors had broken in, but as he moved towards his curtains, behind of which the singing was coming from, he realized that he did not recognize the voice.

Pulling the curtains aside, he was amazed to see a fourth ghost, smiling at the lightning sky that signaled yet another day, and currently singing "The First Noel."

'I say, hello dear ghost.' He said in a rather cheerful tone.

The ghost turned from the window, her smile still fixed on her ruby red lips. 'Hello, Mr Scrooge."
'Mr Scrooge' smiled, before giving her a confused look, and asked, "May I inquire as to what you are doing here? You see, Jacob Marley informed me of only three ghosts, not four."
"It was my idea, and I knew I needed to come. You see, I am The Ghost Of Understanding Christmas. If you knew, or remembered the true meaning of Christmas, and why we celebrate it, you probably wouldn't be a despicable person to work with." She said, her blue eyes narrowing, and a scowl on her face.
Scrooge didn't know what to think, so he asked, "Where are we going?"
The ghost didn't reply, but grabbed hold of Scrooge's arm, and pulled him out the window. She had sort of taken him to the past and present at the same time. In fact, she had taken him back to the week before, when one of his many employees, rich enough to send her only son, Nicholas, to school, had gone to her son's Christmas Pageant.
'Why are we here?" Scrooge inquired, watching as adults filled into the hall, all sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"You shall see, Mr. Scrooge." She assured him, as one by one, children rose to sing Christmas songs. At long last, Nicholas and his classmates rose to sing a song called "Christmas Love," the title seeming rather bold to Scrooge and a few others. He then noticed that thirteen children had pieces of paper, each with a letter, that would not doubt spell the name of the song.
All was going well until a little girl called Mary, who had the "M," unknowingly turned it over, so that it formed a "W" instead. Several students struggled to control their mirth, but Mary wasn't bothered in the slightest. Then, as the "E" was raised, a sudden hush fell over the crowd, and a few people gasped.
For when they all read what was written, everyone, including Scrooge, knew why it was that they celebrated the holidays in the first place.
It read: CHRIST WAS LOVE. This caused the narrator to say proudly, "I believe He still is." This statement, in it's own turn, caused people in the audience to clap and cheer.
Ten minutes later, they clapped and cheered again, as the entire cast came out for one last, final bow.
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"You were amazing, Sapphire." Katja said brightly, as her friend joined her, needing to change out of her costume, which consisted of a wavy auburn wig, a cream-coloured dress and white heels. Katja knew that if she were forced to wear such an outfit, she'd probably throw a fit.
But her friend looked rather pretty, and she told her so, just as another girl joined them, a nasty sneer on her face. She nodded to Kat with a smile, but her face contorted back into a sneer as she glanced at Sapphire.
Sapphire looked up, and raised an eyebrow, before muttering "You'd better not cause trouble, Chantelle." Then she smiled, and introduced her friend to her enemy, in an effort to be polite.
"Katja, this is Chantelle Houghton. Chantelle, this is my friend, Katja Kyparissia, from Greece." She said politely, before realising that she should change out of her costume, and into a special dress.
Katja waved, and decided to chat to her mother, who had just come over to her.
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After the prizes and awards were given out, the headmistress walked onto the stage, and smiled at everyone.
"Well, what a year it has been. As most of you already know, at the start of the year, we decided to send some of our students away on holiday towards the end of the year. Well, we managed to make a substantial profit of $36,000."
There was a lot of clapping at this, but this soon turned into cheering when the Headmistress explained that the money was really going to help the Ebola affected countries in Africa. The clapping went on for a solid three minutes, and the Headmistress added, "So, this evening we have something very special, as some of our girls are going to sing Band Aid's "Do They Know It's Christmas?" which is a song that changed the world."
A group of around fifteen girls, Sapphire included, made their way onto the stage, all wearing dresses resembling Africa, and smiling as the music began to play.
As they neared the big finale, all fifteen of them jumped up and down, quite throwing themselves into what they were doing.
When they'd finished, they received a standing ovation, before they joined the rest of the school in singing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas." When they'd finished that, too, there was the sound of a ringing bell.
Everyone looked excited, and turned their attention to the back of the hall, where a man dressed as Santa Claus, came in with a grin on his face, a sack in his hand, and calling out, "Merry Christmas!"
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For some unknown reason, the Headmistress wanted Sapphire to stand at the very back of the line. Confused, Sapphire obeyed, and Katja, standing in front of her, pulled her into a conversation.
"Hmm, I think Santa's Irish," Sapphire mused with a smile; for she was rather fond of the Irish and Scottish accents.
"Really?" Katja asked, noticing that she was behind Chantelle, to whom Santa was giving a paper bag of lollies.
"Yeah," Sapphire said, as her friend stood aside, to let Santa hand her... a beautifully wrapped Christmas present?
"Merry Christmas, young lady." Santa said, confusing her greatly. "Is this really for me?" She asked.
Santa nodded, and handed her a card. "You should leave the gift 'till Christmas Day, but I think the card should suffice 'till then."
Sapphire opened the card, and gasped. There were autographs from several musical pop stars, including those of the boys from 1D, and... "Sir Bob Geldof?"
"Yes?" Santa said, smiling at her. Sapphire looked at him puzzled for a moment, before her eyes widened in amazement.
"You're Sir Bob Geldof?" She breathed, hardly daring to believe it.
He nodded with a smile, and said, "Indeed. Thank you for donating $36,000 to Ebola affected Africa."

Both girls stared at him in utter astonishment, and Sapphire asked, "How did you know about that?"

Sir Bob Geldof raised an eyebrow, and said in that fantastic accent of his, "The story is known worldwide. It's on Facebook and Twitter, and not to mention, it's been in The Daily Telegraph, The Times, and all the newspapers in Ireland. Is there anything you want to ask me?"

"Yes, how did you gt to be Santa, and why isn't there a huge media fuss over this?" Sapphire asked, wondering why no one had gone over to bother them.

"I was asked to be Santa, and I agreed. Also, apart from a few people whom I trust, no one else knows that I'm here, with my girlfriend, for Christmas." He smiled, and said, "Thanks again."
"You're welcome, and Merry Christmas." Sapphire said brightly, as he smiled and waved goodbye, before heading back to his hotel, whistling "Do They Know It's Christmas?" cheerfully to himself.

AN: Hope you enjoyed that :) Please review