In comes the alligator through the alley gate with his traditional load of goodies from Cajun chef Michael Rodeboadicheaux and takes up his usual place tending bar.....

Bats hang from the rafters, praying to their Goddess and the Bat Master's Son. The alligator puts out a bowl of Louisville Slugs for the bats.....

The Jello is not lime this year, it's mint. Out mint spies searched all over until they found some. It seemed more seasonal than a lime pit. The Squid is bemoaning the fact that neither Liz The Squeak nor Nurse Ratched have returned his Christmas cards, leaving him ten lonely empty arms......

A duck wanders about at a random waddle......

Severn comes in, orders a Hanson's Diet Black Cherry Soda and asks raparee what we'll be using for orniments this year.....