A John Waters Christmas

Contaminated presents. Infected sticks and stones. Who says Santa has been vaccinated? Not even an elf! Expect the big-boned guy with a glandular problem to, once again, home invade your chimney without the slightest nod to modern science. Santa flicked the light switch and it's suddenly back to a safe capitalist holiday for all.  

Like an obsessed and shell-shocked St. Nick from quarantine, John Waters, the “people’s pervert” or “queer Confucius” as the press recently called him, is back after a two-year home detention in Baltimore, hitting the road again for his 25th Annual Xmas Tour. Bad little boys and girls and everybody in between and beyond, will be thrilled to take a sleighride-of-sleaze down the slopes of good taste and over the ski jump of religious beliefs to a snow drift of candy cane anarchy.  

There’ll be no silent nights this year. The sanitization of Christmas cookies and the wiping down of presents must stop. It’s time to celebrate. Touch your face! Breathe on your family! Sit in the middle seats on airplanes. Dance naked in retirement homes. It’s fun! It’s a John Waters Christmas and fa-la-la, you’re not dead yet.  

Note: Content may be inappropriate for patrons under 16.

VIP includes Gold Circle seating, one signed poster, and admission to an after-show Q&A and "fireside chat" with John.