Ballad: At A Pantomime. By A Bilious One
by“At A Pantomime. By A Bilious One” captures a performance filled with glitter and illusion, masking emotions not written into the script. Beneath a heavy costume and exaggerated makeup, an actor waits for his cue—not with excitement, but with weary familiarity. His role, as Old Christmas in a lavish pantomime, is expected to be cheerful and hearty, but the man beneath the garb bears none of that spirit. He stands backstage in silence, knowing his audience expects magic, while he feels the weight of repetition and performance. The spotlight hides his discomfort, turning age and fatigue into humor for the sake of tradition. Children, unaware of the contrast, cheer at the transformation, finding joy in what to them feels timeless and new. To them, the festive figure is pure delight, a symbol of holidays untouched by sorrow or struggle. Their laughter fills the room, untainted by history, and that innocence becomes the real show.
Beyond the footlights, the adults in the audience see a different story unfold. Some smile for their children’s sake but feel nothing of the cheer themselves. They watch Old Christmas emerge with the uneasy recognition that he brings not just gifts and carols, but memories of cold winters, unpaid debts, and missing faces. The theater’s warmth only magnifies the cold they’ve known. They nod at each exaggerated gesture, not because it’s funny, but because it is familiar—life pretending everything is alright. For them, the season is wrapped in contrast: bright lights outside, dim reality within. The laughter of youth becomes a reminder of what used to be, or what was never theirs to begin with. Their cheer is forced, a ritual repeated like lines in a script, hoping that maybe, with enough repetition, it might feel true one day.
This tension between performance and reality sits at the core of the pantomime’s message. Joy is presented with such force that it dares sorrow to interrupt. The colors, the jokes, the glitter—it’s all loud enough to drown out silence. But some silences speak louder. For the actor on stage, whose aching knees are hidden beneath velvet robes, each movement is a reminder that fantasy requires endurance. The audience expects him to laugh, to dance, to jingle like a living ornament. And he does. Not for his sake, but because the illusion must be maintained. That’s the unspoken rule of holiday cheer: it must look effortless, even when it’s anything but.
For the children, the holiday world is alive and enchanted. They don’t hear the actor’s sighs or see the fatigue in his eyes. They see only what’s presented: a magical being emerging from darkness, bringing snowflakes, sweets, and songs. Their delight is real, unfiltered, and precious. They believe in the wonder of it all, and for a brief moment, so does everyone else. That’s the strange magic of the stage. Even those who know the trick sometimes let themselves believe it. And maybe that belief, however temporary, is enough. It doesn’t change reality, but it softens its edge.
What the ballad cleverly reveals is the layered nature of celebration. One person’s joy might be another’s mask. Festivities are not dishonest, but they are often incomplete—they don’t always tell the whole story. The holiday season, especially when tied to performance, becomes a mirror. Some see hope reflected in it. Others see what they’ve lost. But both responses are human. The actor’s task is to deliver joy, not because he feels it, but because someone in the audience might need it. And that quiet sense of duty, even from someone “bilious” and tired, gives the pantomime its unexpected dignity.
Even in satire, there is truth. The mockery of seasonal cheer isn’t cruel—it’s an invitation to look closer. Behind the sequins and false beards are real people. Behind every laugh is a sigh. And behind every pantomime curtain is the simple, bittersweet knowledge that for all its sparkle, joy is often hard-won. That’s the message beneath the humor of At A Pantomime. By A Bilious One—a holiday tale that dares to admit that not everyone finds December easy, yet still chooses to step onto the stage and perform it all the same.