Cajun Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas an' all t'ru de house, dey don't a t'ing pass, not even a mouse. De chirren been nezzle good snug on de flo'. An' Mamm pass de pepper t'ru de crack on de do'.
Den Mama in de fireplace, done roas' up de ham, stir up de gumbo an' make bake de yam. Den out on de by-you dey got such a clatter. Make soun' link old Boudreau done fall off his ladder.
I run like a rabbit to got to de do'. Trip over the dorg an' fall on de flo'. As I look out de do', in de light o' de moon, I t'ink "Manh, you crazy or got ol' too soon."
Cuz dere on de by-you w'en I stretch ma' neck stiff. Dere's eight alligator a pullin' de skiff. An' a little fat drover wit' a long pole-ing stick. I know r'at away got to be ole St. Nick.
Mo' fas'er and fas'er 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 and Renee!"
"To de top o' de porch, to de top o' de wall. Make crawl, alligator, an' be sho' you don' fall."
Like Tante Flo's cat t'ru de treetop he fly w'en de big ol' houn' dorg come a run hisse'f 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 w'en all dem big 'gator done sot down dey tail.
Den down de chimney I yell with a bam, an' St. Nicklus fall an' sit on de yam.
"Sacre!" he axclaim. "Ma pant got a hole. I done sot ma'se'f On dem red hot coal."
He got on his foots an' jump like a card 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' playt'ing he t'row 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 blackberry. His cheek was like a rose. His nose like a cherry. On secon' t'ought maybe he lap up de sherry.
Wit' snow-white chin whisker an' quiverin' belly. He shook w'en he laugh like de stomberry jelly! But a wink in his eye an' a shook o' his head make my confi-dence dat I don' got to be scared.
He don' do no talkin', gone straight to his work. Put playt'ing 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'!"
Merry Christmas from Southwest Louisiana!
Kenny