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Cajun
Night
Before
Christmas
by
"Trosclair"
Published
by
Pelican
Publishing
Co.
1988
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
0'
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
pol'n
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
0'
de
porch,
To
de
top
0'
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
flill
0'
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,
He
fell
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
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
0'
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
0'
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
0'
his
head,
Cas'
an
eye
on
de
chimney,
An'
den
he
done
said:
"Wit'
all
0'
dat
fire,
An'
dem
burnin'
hot
flame.
Me
I
am'
goin'
back,
By
deway
dat
l
came.
"So
he
run
out
de
do',
An'
he
clim'
to
de
roof.
He
am'
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,
'Till
saw
you
some
mo'!"
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