I can't help but hear Louis Armstrong sing about Christmas time in New Orleans. "Magnolia trees at night, sparkling bright. Fields of cotton look wintery white, when it's Christmas time in New Orleans." I grew up reading this Cajun version of the classic holiday story, but you don't have to be down in Cajun country to enjoy this book. Instead of a velvety red suit, Santa is decked out in a muskrat fur suit. Quite a look. He doesn't drive a sleigh but a small wooden skiff. Pulling that skiff are eight not-so-tiny alligators named wonderfully French names like Gaston and Suzette. Get a pot of red beans and rice bubbling on the stove and settle in for a Cajun story time!