It's Christmas Eve and two unskilled policemen are tasked with giving devastating news to an elderly couple: their daughter had died in an accident. But what at first glance could seem like a family tragedy marked by comic relief, quickly becomes a snowball of disastrous events. The play, by the english playwright Anthony Neilson, was first presented exactly at Christmas time, in 2002, at the Royal Court Theater, in London, directed by Neilson himself. It is, in fact, an extraordinary black comedy in the good English style, which comes close to the kind of farce, and which resembles Tom Sharpe's scathing humor. As in all good farces, here too we come across a range of model characters, who in an increasingly uncontrolled sequence of actions, precipitate an unexpected end. A pair of clumsy policemen, a couple of sick elderly people, a priest and an aggressive woman member of a group of anti-pedophilia watchdogs, create a brothel of situations in which the tragic is violently replaced by the comic, all this justified by the relational inability of the characters. Undoubtedly an unforgettable text, not only due to the limitless humor, but also because of the doubt that it implants in our mind: do we also live in a farce?