Santa Claus is in rough shape. His suit is smudged with
soot. He rings his bell like the world’s most depressed Salvation Army
volunteer. Trudging onstage into a stark shaft of light, he wails
Liminal Performance Group runs wild with E.E. Cummings’ strange little Yuletide play.
Most of us know E.E. Cummings for his poetry. But in
addition to conducting wacky typographical experiments, Cummings was
also a playwright. Not a terribly prolific one: He wrote only four