This is one of my favorite Christmas Poems....its pretty funny and cute.
I lived in Louisiana for 8 years....reading this reminds me of some Louisianans.
Enjoy!!!
CajunNight Before Christmas By: Trosclair, Howard Jacobs, James Rice
'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' Mama 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 clatta, Make soun' like ole Boudreau, Done fall off his ladder.
I run like a rabbit, To got to do do' Trip over de 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 day came. He whistle an ' holler, An' call dem by name:
"Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an' Alcee! Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste an' Renee!" " To de top o' de porch, To de top 0' de wall Make crawl, alligator, an' be sho' you don't fall."
Like Tante Flo's cat, T'ru de treetop he fly, W'en de big ole 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 wit' 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 cat! Out to del 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 looked 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 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 stromberry jelly! But a wink in his eye, an' a shook o'his head, Make my confi-dence dat, I don't 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 jum 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, "Till I saw you some mo'!"
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 day came. He whistle an ' holler, An' call dem by name:
"Ha, Gaston! Ha, Tiboy! Ha, Pierre an' Alcee! Gee, Ninette! Gee, Suzette! Celeste an' Renee!" " To de top o' de porch, To de top 0' de wall Make crawl, alligator, an' be sho' you don't fall."
Like Tante Flo's cat, T'ru de treetop he fly, W'en de big ole 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 wit' 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 cat! Out to del 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 looked 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 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 stromberry jelly! But a wink in his eye, an' a shook o'his head, Make my confi-dence dat, I don't 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 jum 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, "Till I saw you some mo'!"
4 comments:
I can totally hear David reading this with his fake accent! Very funny.
I can also hear David reading this....I think he should read it Christmas Eve evening with the family.
this reminds me of my mom. shes from n'alins.
oh really?? I didn't know that Linnie....Cool
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