FOR THE HOLIDAYS, SOME HAM

Ham for the Holidays opened last week, and I failed to mention it entirely because HOMO FOR THE HOLIDAYS is what. I am now firmly on record with the opinion that it is the best holiday show in the known universe, and so that naturally grants it a certain precedence. However, I would be negligent if I overlooked this show any further, so this week it's all about the Ham. I've never met a soul who doesn't JUST FUCKING LOVE the delightful duo that is Peggy Platt and Lisa Koch (or Dos Fallopia, as the kids are calling them these days)—they are a beloved Seattle institution on par with, oh, say, Rudy's Barbershop perhaps (RIP, dear Alex Calderwood) or maybe even The Stranger. (Kidding! Kidding!) Their annual Christmas show brings us the very best of them—the wit, the whimsy, "The Spudds." It wouldn't be Xmess without a nice big chunk of Ham—now in its 13th year! ACT Theatre, 8 pm, $28, all ages, through December 22.

FOR THE HOLIDAYS, DRUNKEN GROUP KARAOKE!

Central Cinema's Jason Miller produces three sing-alongs of note each year—at Pride, Valentine's Day, and Christmas—and I adore the freakishly fun and gaily besotted things beyond the telling of it. Tonight it's all about the Xmess jams, so! Glug-glug-glug, LA-LA-LA! Central Cinema, 8 pm, $10 adv/$12 DOS, all ages.

FOR THE HOLIDAYS, SOME HEDWIG

I am also on record with the opinion that Nick Garrison and his super-long-running Hedwig and the Angry Inch was the best Hedwig ever, and I'm not about to change that now, not even for Jinkx Monsoon—she's dripping in fame and universal adulation aplenty anyway. This in no way should distract from the fact that SHE'S PRETTY EFFING AWESOME in the role (there are even wild rumors that she'll step in for Neil Patrick Harris when he's all done with the part on Broadway—you've heard?), and oh! The thrill! She's jumping back into the big blond Farrah Fawcett wig for us this week fresh from her own new holiday show (Unwrapped, they calls it) AND Homo for the Holidays (how DOES she find the energy? I ask you). Glutted with the cheery myriad of big gay yuletide shows? There could be no better palate-cleanser than this punk with no penis and her musical tale of woe. Moore Theatre, 8 pm, $30–$35, all ages, through December 22.