There’s something about Christmas week that always transports me into a fantasy land. I don’t know if it’s the dreamy, creamy deliciousness of egg nog or seeing the ugliest sweaters this side of the Mississippi that does it for me, but it’s Christmas, Santa Claus.
Every year a few weeks before Christmas, my sweet wife asks me what I’d like for Christmas. And every year, I tell her, “Nothing! I’d rather spend our money on the kids,” meaning our three now semi-grown (but fully-spoiled) daughters.
The first Christmas I remember was 1957. I was 3 years old. I say I remember it — maybe I just think I do because of the old black-andwhite Polaroid snapshots in my file drawer.
Saturday in New Orleans, Ruston residents showed up to support their high school football team. It was the third straight December that the season ended at the Caesars Superdome for the Bearcats and their legions of family, friends and fans.
Santa’s helpers are determined that the cats and dogs living at the Ruston Animal Shelter while awaiting their furever home should have a happy Christmas.
Not sure the exact number as this column publishes, but somewhere between 1,500 and 2,000 college football players are currently in the NCAA transfer portal.
