If Durang's play soon feels so passé that it can no longer be performed, Dickens' original may eventually go the same way. In creating this satire, it's as if the playwright is saying that Mrs. Bob won't be around for long — and when she goes, she's taking Dickens down with her. At least, that's the hope. Ironically, I don't think theater companies and audiences see things this way. As long as there's tinsel on the tree and the scent of Starbucks' Peppermint Mocha or Gingerbread Latte in the air, theater companies — even ones edgy enough to present Durang's bastardized version — will continue to flog Dickens' story to death, and audiences will carry on paying to watch the execution.