Pete and Johnny McCauley are at home at night, watching a comet in the sky. Their parents return from Christmas shopping and the boys decide to hide. Meanwhile, McCauley and his wife come in and Mary hides the presents in the closet. McCauley realizes their sons are hiding in the closet and pulls them out, and tells them that they’re having company and he doesn’t want them snooping, and then shows them a large present. He suggests that they open it now and assures Mary that it’ll be okay. The boys eagerly tear apart the wrapping and discover that their Christmas present is a refracting telescope. McCauley is eager to help them set it up outside...Read the full recap
Narrator: It is each man’s dream to be at home with his family. Sometimes for reasons beyond control, men are not able to get home. In this story which hasn’t happened yet, these men will not be able to get home for Christmas because they spent Man’s first Christmas on the moon.
Johnny McCauley: That’s the comet? I thought comets whizzed.
Pete McCauley: It is whizzing. It’s going thousands of miles a second.
Johnny McCauley: Then why don’t I see it whiz?
Pete McCauley: Because anything’s that far away, even when it’s whizzing, it doesn’t whiz.
Johnny McCauley: Ohhh…
Pete McCauley: Is this for us? Just what I’ve always wanted.
Johnny McCauley: I’ll say. Just what I’ve always wanted. (whispers to his brother) What is it?
Pete McCauley: It’s a telescope, stupid.
Johnny McCauley: Everybody knows that. I mean, what kind of telescope?
Edith Nichols: I thought you spent all your time star-gazing. Why didn’t you tell us you were a musician?
Oliver Farrar: Ah, because I’m an honest man.
Jim Nichols: Personally, I think Christmas should be abolished.
Edith Nichols: Jim, please.
Jim Nichols: Okay, okay, I’m only expressing an opinion. As far as I’m concerned, well, the most beautiful thing on earth is knowledge, knowledge based on science. Not faith. I don’t believe in miracles.
Oliver Farrar: Science has its limitations, Jim. And as for miracles, you’re soon going to experience one.
Jim Nichols: Oh, God, if you are out there, You know that I’ve denied you. If You have the power, I ask nothing for myself. I pray only for the life of a wonderful man. For the life of a man who loves Thee.
Oliver: So in his purple wrap receive me, Lord. By these his thorns give me his other crown.
The poem in question, by John Donne, is "Hymn to God in my Sickness."