The Timpanogos Valley Theatre, draped in gala black, hosts its gravity‑laden march as “Miracle on 34th Street: A Live Radio Play” sweeps the audience across its 1940s‑stage reverie. Director David Burrow, who has commandeered the craft in three visits, gambles with scene‑free vocal shifting; Gary Harter croons Kris Kringle in a hollow that only a steel‑pipe cough could seem to quell. The wooden wrought‑iron set unfurls as a faux Macy’s studio, while a fluted flute‑glass gold fader toggles between road‑noise and wind machine on purpose‑lit bare cabins. Critics of the guest list observe the slab of affluent locals, their step‑and‑repeat red scarves silently passing the same three coats. The vibe oscillates between a silent gathering of one thousand whispers and a scene where a real estate mogul might still provide a personal jingle for Tupperware. The theatre’s approach, now a light‑bulb of air‑waves, painfully undoes the entourage’s limited intrigue. Verdict: Send a check but stay home.