Christmas in New Orleans.
A magical time of year. Living in the semi tropics makes so.
It’s Christmas Eve. It’s time for children to go to bed early. A night when the kids leave a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa. It’s a night of hope and wonder.
Around here we do a couple of things before bedtime. We travel about 40 miles upriver to Lutcher, where huge bonfires are lit to guide Papa Noel to New Orleans. Then, it’s off to a holiday diner, after first eating a not so light but traditional Russian meal earlier in the day.
Unless we are someplace else these are our traditions. They are fairly new. We need traditions, just like we need magic, music and light.
This is what we do on Christmas Eve. What do y’all do on the night before the big day?