Gigi bowed at the applause and skipped offstage. She was light-headed and a little dizzy but it was just the performing high. Nothing could ever compare to it. As she pranced into her dressing room, even the little golf claps her agent gave her as he filled her in on her next performances seemed wonderful. Gigi waved him off and gladly closed the door behind him.

As she sank into her favorite chair, she moved it from place to place no matter what, she looked back to the show and beamed. She knew there must’ve been an aura of elation around her. Christmas was the best time for concerts. She got away with remaking songs that were classics. She even got to do the real Rudolph at this place. It was one of the two best Christmas songs ever, after all. She mused about singing the other best Christmas song ever, Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer, at her next show but thought it was unlikely with the hawk eyes of her agent watching her every move.

She sighed in contentment. You just couldn’t beat Christmas.