Gadzooks and Egads watched the monitor as people filtered into the party. The room was adorned with colourful textiles with art used as accent pieces in between. Gadzooks and Egads had no idea what any of it meant. The side opposite the door had large ceiling-to-floor windows that overlooked the city and there was a stage set up at the end opposite the bar. In the centre were high-top tables, each with a couple stools so people didn’t have to stand all night.
“What’s a Chrismukkwa New Year’s Party?” Egads said in a language that wasn’t English.
“It’s something those stupid Earth people came up with to celebrate the orbit of their stupid planet around their stupid star you stupid idiot!” Gadzooks said.
Gadzooks blamed Egads for the failure of their mission to colonize the planet they had come to know as Earth. What Gadzooks didn’t know was that it was Egads that saved them from complete obliteration when The Supreme Commander dematerialized them and brought them back to the mothership. Egads negotiated a deal that they would never screw anything up ever again if they could have, the recently vacated, planet scouting jobs. They had not screwed anything up so far as they watched the Earth monitor, however, they could not focus on it for too long as they had 103,472 other monitors to view to find the planet they should colonize next.
“Well, I hope they all have fun,” Egads said.
“Bah! Fun? What is fun? Fun is bah!” Gadzooks said.
“This should be fun,” Santa said.
He was back behind the wheel of the Yellow Cab he had grown so fond of during his pre-Christmas bender and almost blunder of Christmas 2015. He had company this time. After apologizing profusely to his wife Wendy, he managed to get the North Pole under control and knock Christmas off with the help of two elves, Tiny Olaf and Lil Lana. They had approached him with a plan and helped him execute it. Now the four of them were on their way to “the best” New Year’s Eve party in the world. The Chrismukkwa party was deemed the best by Santa because it incorporated all of the big seasonal holidays, but also because it was host to the people that Santa felt his negative behavior impacted the most. He hoped to atone, in disguise of course, by having his favourite artist play the event.
The organizers had no idea that Bruce Springsteen was coming on at midnight. All they knew was that an anonymous donor, in this case Santa, had gotten in touch and said that the post-midnight entertainment was taken care of and they needn’t worry.
The foursome planned to arrive just after 10pm when most of the other guests were already on their second or third drinks. The only thing Santa requested of Olaf and Lana was that they not reveal themselves as elves, nor that they reveal who was going to grace the stage later in the evening. Lana and Olaf agreed and were excited to see these humans that they worked so hard to please during Christmas.
Tee, Em, DJ, and Jay had spent the last two hours mingling and greeting their guests. They met up just to the side of the bar.
Em looked at his phone.
“Alright. It’s 11pm, one hour to 2016. Everything set up?” Em said.
“Not sure what else we have to do, mate,” DJ said.
“Anyone figure out who the anonymous party person is that organized the after midnight entertainment?” Tee said.
“I figured it’s someone you know from the industry,” Jay said.
“Not me or Em. Is it some Australian good Samaritan?” Tee said.
“No one I know,” DJ said.
“Ok. Let’s do another lap and make sure people are enjoying themselves and then ring it in with everyone else,” Tee said.
“And hope we don’t wake up with our heads sown to the carpet,” Jay said.
“‘Christmas Vacation’ is the best Christmas movie,” Ben said.
“It pretty much saved our marriage,” Imogen said, clinking her champagne glass with Ben’s.
They were talking with their neighbours Tess and Killian, the latter checked the address for the party seventeen times to make sure he was in the right place.
It was a party full of friends, acquaintances, and six degrees of separation.