This is by far one of my favorite Christmas traditions. I hope sharing this lets you get some joy out of it too :) Merry Christmas cha! The Cajun Night Before Christmas Twas the night before Christmas an all tru de house, Dey dont a ting pass Not even a mouse. De chirren been nezzle good snug on de flo, An Mama pass de pepper tru de crack on de do. De Mama in de fireplace done roas up de ham, Sit up de gumbo an make de bake yam. Den out on de by-you dey got such a clatter, Make soun like old Boudreau done fall off his ladder. I run like a rabbit to got to de do, Trip over de dorg an fall on de flo. As I look out de doin de light o de moon, I tink, Mahn, you crazy or got ol too soon. Cux dere on de by-you wen I stretch maneck stiff, Deres eight alligator a pullin de skiff. An a little fat drover wit a long pole-ing stick, I know rat away got to be ole St.Nick. Mo faser an faser de gator dey came He whistle an holler an call dem by name: Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an Alcee! Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste anRenee! To de top o de porch to de top o de wall, Make crawl, alligator, an be sho you don fall. Like Tante Flos cat tru de treetop he fly, Wen de big ole houn dorg come a run hisses by. Like dat up de porch dem ole gator clim! Wit de skiff full o toy an St. Nicklus behin. Den on top de porch roof it soun like de hail, Wen all dem big gator, done sot down dey tail. Den down de chimney I yell wit a bam, An St.Nicklus fall an sit on de yam. Sacre! he axclaim, Ma pant got a hole I done sot masef on dem red hot coal. He got on his foots an jump like de cat Out to de flo where he lan wit a SPLAT! He was dress in musk-rat from his head to his foot, An his clothes is all dirty wit ashes an soot. A sack full o playting he trow on his back, He look like a burglar an dass fo a fack. His eyes how dey shine his dimple, how merry! Maybe he been drink de wine from de blackberry. His cheek was like a rose his nose a cherry, On secon tought maybe he lap up de sherry. Wit snow-white chin whisker an quiverin belly, He shook wen he laugh like de stromberry jelly! But a wink in his eye an a shook o his head, Make my confi-dence dat I dont got to be scared. He don do no talkin gone strit to hi work, Put a playting in sock an den turn wit a jerk. He put bot his han dere on top o his head, Cas an eye on de chimney an den he done said: Wit all o dat fire an dem burnin hot flame, Me I ain goin back by de way dat I came. So he run out de do an, he clim to de roof, He ain no fool, him for to make one more goof. He jump in his skiff an crack his big whip, De gator move down, An don make one slip. An I hear him shout loud as a splashin he go, Merry Christmas to all til I saw you some mo!
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 16:58:19 +0000
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