"" Twas the night before Christmas an' all t'ru de
house,
Dey don't a ting 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'.
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 do'in de light o' de moon,
I t'ink, "Mahn, you crazy or got ol' too soon."
Cux 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 an' 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 an'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 ole houn' dorg come a run hisse's
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 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' 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 de
blackberry.
His cheek was like a rose his nose 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 strit to hi work,
Put a 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'!"""

The above was written by Trosclair....and might make more sense to you all here lol
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bj6e9h2...US&guid=&hl=en

@WalkSoftly: that some funny stuff

@WalkSoftly: I like it. Read it to me every night before Christmas! ;)

Lmao

@WalkSoftly: umm ok that went way over my head tbh lol sorry :) still wanna visit though

Lol James....well you do know the original Twas the Night Before Christmas story, right? Well this Cajun from Louisiana re-did it adding touches of his own culture and dialect.

Love, Love, LOVE it!

yeah the dialect is what i meant lol still cool though :)

Ya ya bay! Love dat Holy Trinity...