Christmas in New Orleans means…
Mr. Bingle, City Park, and
a fake ice skating rink that smells like buttered rum.
We try to be like the cities up north
with their real snow and fuzzy woodland creatures.
Well,
I have a nutria in my backyard.
And I’m pretty sure that a possum is eating my cat’s food.
Does that count?
So I guess that Christmas also means…
Rabies?
Maeve, age 17