A Powder Blue Tuxedo Boys Christmas

A Powder Blue Boys Christmas, December 25, 2025

The rain is coming down in torrents on Los Angeles this Christmas Day. Homeless tents have been seen floating down the LA River in the foamy flood. The hillsides are sliding into the ocean. The roads are underwater. Trash cans are floating down Hollywood Boulevard past the Frolic Room, where the Powder Blue Boys are celebrating Christmas in their usual booth, drinking Beck’s. Alvin and the Chipmunks are on the jukebox.

Patrick: Do you have to play that Chipmunks song every Christmas?

Timothy: Well, yeah. It reminds me how, as a kid, I couldn’t wait for Christmas. I didn’t want it to be late.

Patrick: You do understand that time doesn’t stop? Christmas isn’t going to be late.

Timothy: You never know. Mayor Bass may postpone it. Maybe she’s out of town.

Outside the Frolic Room, the remnants of the early evening Santa Claus Parade down Hollywood Boulevard are floating downstream. Floats, costumes, the odd majorette and drum major, all swept away into the LA River. The clowns honk their noses and horns, but no help is coming.

Patrick: Those big clown shoes aren’t going to help in the LA River.

Timothy: I imagine the midgets, the Lollipop Guild, and the Seven Dwarfs are going to have a hard time of it, too.

Patrick: That’s a damn shame. Midgets don’t grow on trees, ya know.

Eddie, the bartender, walks over to the table of the Powder Blue Tuxedo Boys.

Eddie: So, no big adventures this holiday season? No jobs?

Patrick: We are on vacation.

Timothy: Yeah, a Christmas vacation.

As if on cue, the jukebox begins playing the theme song of “Christmas Vacation,” the movie.

Eddie: You aren’t living in that Frolic Room RV like my cousin Eddie, are you?

Patrick: Your cousin Eddie is living in our RV. He took it to Burbank last we heard.

Eddie: Another round?

Timothy: Sure.

The jukebox continues to play Christmas songs. Patrick and Timothy laugh over old stories of their adventures together. The rain continues to come down in a waterfall outside on Hollywood Boulevard.

On the TV over the bar, Ebenezer Scrooge has just awoken on Christmas Day a changed man.

Scrooge: Boy! Oh, boy. What a delightful boy. Do you know the poulterer on the corner with the big turkey hanging in the window?

Patrick and Timothy in unison: You mean the one bigger than me?

And there they sit in their powder blue tuxedos in their booth in the Frolic Room listening to old Christmas songs on the jukebox.

Timothy: I kinda miss those big old turkey dinners with family.

Patrick: I think Vinnie’s is still delivering pizza. You want a pepperoni?

Timothy: You betcha.

TJM