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Because nothing says holiday cheer like sexual identity confusion and also-ran status, because putting his name into a Google image search is foolproof fun, because it's Friday, and well, just because, ladies and gentlemen, we bring you: Clay Aiken, Christmas Angel.

New York Post: Is this show a concert or a theatrical production?


Aiken: It's something in between. I don't have a speaking role. I'm a singing angel who tries to get another character back into the Christmas spirit. It's theatrical, but we all just sing. [...]

Post: So you're an angel?

Aiken: Yes, God help me.

Post: Is it hard to be an angel?

Aiken: It's hard for people to think you're an angel, that's for sure. [...]


More white winged goodness after the jump.

Post: What appeals to you about a show like this?


Aiken: I like the family atmosphere of the band and the consistency of knowing where I'm going to be every day. I'm happy with this kind of life. To me excitement usually means something's going wrong. I'm appreciating no excitement.

Post: Is romance included in the no excitement?

Aiken: I'm not looking and I'm kind of happy with that no stress, no drama, no pressure.

Post: Come on, you don't want to meet up with someone under the mistletoe this year?

Aiken: For a minute, I thought I'd like to find that special person, but I'm not worried about it right now. I'm sure one of these days I'll start pining, but right now I like the position I'm in.

We're not worried either, Clay. We have no doubt that you will eventually find your, uh, M. Right. In the meantime, we like your current position too swinging on wires thirty feet above the Beacon stage as you toss fistfulls of glitter onto your brass section and belt "O Holy Night," a new holiday tradition if we ever heard one. Sadly, the tour has already made its Kodak Theater stops earlier this month.