A.J. Harris still enjoys the letter to Santa composed by his great-granddaughter Lily White, of Loranger, when she was in third grade (She’s now a sixth-grader).
He sent over a copy of her letter, complete with Lily’s unique spelling.
After asking Santa for the usual loot — iPad, books, stuffed animals, horses for Barbie, a computer, money, etc. — Lily told him the thing she wanted most was to be like him:
“I want to fly through the sky with reindeer pulling me in a sleigh, but most of all I want to be able to give toys to all the children in the world, because some of the toys you give go to sick or dieing kids who hardly have anything. Some of the might not even have any food.
“So I just want to say I am glad you are that kind of person so you know what you don’t have to give me anything this year or any year realy, and I hope you have a great Christmas evry year.”
Keith Horcasitas says, “Many of us Yats have been fondly recalling Christmas memories like MB and Mr. Bingle from our Crescent City youth.
“I’m wondering how many other ‘Who Dat?’ natives, especially Carrollton/Uptowners like me, also recall getting into the holiday spirit at a local K&B.
“I remember getting most of my family’s Christmas presents at the one on Broadway and St. Charles Avenue.
“My brother got the battery-powered Ronco-like Card Shuffler; my sister got some White Shoulders perfume and Mom and Dad got the Whitman’s chocolate Sampler.
“While shopping for these goodies, I would treat myself to K&B’s famous nectar soda — almost as good a treat during the winter as in the summer from the famous Uptown ‘Williams/Plum Street’ and ‘Hanson’s’ snowball stands!”
Bo Bienvenu, of Prairieville, adds to our list of unusual Christmas songs with some Louisiana-flavored one:
“Christmas in Heaven” by Kenny Fife, “for all of us who have lost loved ones.”
“La Veille de Christmas sur le Grand Bayou” (“Christmas Eve on the Big Bayou”) by Hasa Ortego.
“Randolph the Rouge Nosed Reindeer” by Justin Wilson.
The hippo song
Jude, of Kenner, says the obscure Christmas song “I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas,” mentioned in the Saturday letters column, was sung by Gayla Peevey — in case you want to rush out and buy a copy. …it’s probably available on 8-track. …
Robby Zeringue says the folks at Phil Brady’s Bar & Grill are hosting a fundraiser “for their cohorts from the Time Out Lounge, which has become nothing more than a memory after the recent fire.”
The event is at 7:30 p.m. Wednesday, Dec. 18.
Says Robby, “T.O.’s two long-time bartenders, Sweet Lorraine and John E. Light, will be the recipients of proceeds from the event.
“There will be great food and some very cool raffle items (including a tiger painting by Tom Sylvest). Entertainment will be an acoustic show featuring Chris LeBlanc, Luther Kent, Elvin Killerbee, Sundanze, members of the Remnants and more.
“Hope you can make it by. I make the best crab, shrimp, corn and potato bisque you’ve ever tasted.”
Dana Bourg Whaley thanks “the many ‘angels’ who took the time to stop and help my parents one Sunday morning in a Wal-Mart parking lot.
“Mom had passed out and fell, the rain was falling and it was freezing cold.
“These ‘angels’ came to stand in the weather with blankets and umbrellas to pray and comfort my parents until EMS arrived.
“Their actions are greatly appreciated!”
Joe Guilbeau, of Plaquemine, says if some locations in the “Bonnie and Clyde” TV mini-series look familiar, it’s because they were shot close by.
For instance, he says, “Some scenes were filmed at the St. Gabriel Grocery and Deli and The Pit sports bar.”
The good wife
Marsha Reichle heard this story at the National Storytelling Festival in Jonesborough, Tenn., in October, told by “the elegant Chinese actor, storyteller and musician Charlie Chin, who lives in San Francisco:”
A magistrate and his wife went to eat at a restaurant. When the server came to their table the husband noticed that the server and his wife looked at each other long and hard.
He immediately suspected that they knew each other well.
“How do you know this man?” he demanded.
His wife explained that the server came from her village, and they had been betrothed before her father chose the magistrate to be her husband.
The magistrate was disturbed by this, but soon realized that he was plainly the victor.
“Just think,” he said smugly, “if you had married him you would be just a waiter’s wife instead of the wife of a magistrate.”
The wife replied sharply, “No, if I had married him HE would be the magistrate.”
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