Midnight Clear

Only in New Orleans.

Christmas in New Orleans.

A magical time of year. Living in the semi tropics makes so.

Hold on. 

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?

Merry Christmas.

Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at Ray@Laskowitzpicturess.com or Pictures34@me.com. For a quick look at my work please go to www.laskowitzpictures.com.

10 thoughts on “Midnight Clear

  1. I’d love to hear more about the Russian meal. Do y’all have the whole extended family with you?

    Our Christmas Eve tradition is to have a smorgasbord and let everyone open their stockings, but this is an “off year” and we don’t have our next-gens until Saturday. We were planning a quiet evening for two in The Bay but are headed back to H-Town now because The Grill-Meister’s Dad has been hospitalized.

    Merry Christmas to you and yours.


    1. Of course. 16 people. A lot to move them around to dinners and locations. I decided not to cook. Instead we went to Siberia. No. Not that Siberia. A restaurant that serves Eastern European food until 9pm and turns in a very hard, metal, thrash rock club after that. By then we were gone. It’s located at the edge of a sporty neighborhood next to a soul food restaurant with a silly name called, “Ray’s.” We ate our fill of everything Russian, Ukrainian and Polish.

      Merry Christmas.


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