A John Waters Christmas
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Help! It’s Christmas! To hell with Santa, Rudolph, Mrs. Claus, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, too. No one's sitting on that man’s lap this year. Nosirree, not getting down on your knees for anybody, either. All you need to get through this holiday season is John Waters, St. Nick the Dick, Father Fistmas, and Kris Kringleberries. Ho ho ho was never like this.
Once again, Waters is touring the country on his slippery sled of sewage with his comedy bag of tricks, handing out filthy sticks and stones to bad little nonbinary boys and girls and everybody in between and beyond. Ninety minutes of Christmas jeer and holiday beatings. Go ahead, teabag that tree with your own balls and then knock it over on yourself on purpose. Scream, drag queens and kings, scream. Yes! Everyone gets cha-cha heels this year. Postage-due Christmas cards, too. Get gift-wrapped get-out-of-jail holiday coupons. Mistle-toejam. As Dawn Davenport would say, "We asked, and we’d better get” Happy hole-iday. Merry Diss-mas. It's the gift that keeps on desperate living. It’s a John Waters Christmas and you’d better watch out.