I never saw Homo for the Holidays.

I know! I'm so bad! Witnessing RuPaul's Drag Race: All Stars dropout BenDeLaCreme perform her long-standing gay holiday variety show with Kitten N' Lou, Seattle's burlesque power couple, was the first of many requirements to being a good gay in Seattle. I'm sorry! I was busy!

And now I'll never have the chance to indulge in the original Homo for the Holidays tradition because the cast split apart earlier this year, and Kitten N' Lou have revamped the show, sans DeLa, and added a few new cast members.

But I'm not shedding any tears, because I saw this "next chapter" of Homo for the Holidays last weekend, the equally-tackily-titled Jingle All the Gay, and scoot on over, homo, because this new holiday cast fucking sleighs.

Seriously, the new performers are the standouts in Jingle All the Gay. No offense to legends like Jesus (ilvs strauss), the Jews (Rebecca M. Davis and Danny Kam), and Cherdonna Shinatra (Jodi Kuehner). They also put on their holiday best. But the new cast members are a real figgy pudding of hotshots.

From their popular Camptacular summer show, Kitten N' Lou brought in Markeith Wiley and Randy Ford, two breakout dancers/performance artists who've been having a great couple of years performing around Seattle. Wiley plays the mailman, an important figure in any holiday story, and he's got to deliver lots of big, uh, packages. Ford plays Lil' Fruitcake, a femme voguing fruitcake who fucks shit up in the best way possible. Ford and Wiley's duets are highlights, as are the numbers from Seattle drag artist Abbey Roads, who brings solid musical theater chops and good comic timing.

Also in this cast: New York City's Mr. Gorgeous, serving his uniquely tall and hilarious boylesque as the Little Drummer Boy. I'd watch him poke his ball sack with drumsticks any day.

Most notably, UK cabaret darling Joe Black joins the cast as MC/house butler Faggy Pudding, infusing the show with the gothic touch it needs in 2018. Black's opening monologue/incantation lit up the Oddfellows Building's cavernous West Hall, his British plosives and spooky contacts immediately transfiguring an early 5 p.m. Sunday performance into a midnight holiday séance. I could see a whole show with just Joe Black. Please don't go back to Brighton, Joe.

The show's first act is loud, stellar, and nearly perfect for what it is—a burlesque holiday show (which is sort of like a children's show, but for adults, with tits and ass). As the lights went down, I turned to the person I came with and said I'd had a great time. And then we realized it was only intermission and there was an entire (almost longer?!) second act. They should cut that.

But you know what? It wouldn't be the holidays without a little extra fat, and all of these new performers ensure that Jingle All the Gay will continue to reign as one of Seattle's best holiday by-products.