The end of a show is always bittersweet. On the one hand, the thirty-two talented actors in "Miracle on 34th Street" have spent an awful lot of time together since September. They've spent an awful lot of time away from their families, friends, favorite TV shows, and other holiday activities. They've braved blizzards to put on their show. They've passed the flu around, and the show has gone on.
On the other hand, one of the most compelling, interesting, heartwarming reasons to do theatre is the relationships you form with your fellow actors. Sometimes you've known them for a long time, but discover something new. Sometimes it's a person you've never met, and probably wouldn't have met had you not both been crazy enough to audition for the same show. Whatever it is, you find a spark, a connection, a commonality that draws you together, and hopefully remains once the show closes.
Saying goodbye is always the hardest part of closing a show for me. As a director, I try to draw away as soon as the show opens. My job is, after all, done. It's a good director's obligation to give the product to the actors and the stage manager and fade away into fond memory. That's easier said than done. I've grown to appreciate all thirty-two of these wonderful actors. I marvel at their passion and their dedication. I will miss them now that the show is closing.
Like you (I hope), I will remember their performances and their passion, and that will be one more gift to be grateful for this holiday season.