dont make fun now, this is honest cajun writing,I found this a while back, it was written a long time ago by a cajun man in lousiana, not a joke, these folks have a different way of living and their own language so to speak. Show some respect and try to enjoy it.
'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 bayou 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 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 bayou 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 knowd r'at away Gots 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, Pierre an' Alcee'
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 chimley he come with a bam
An' St. Nicklus fall An' sit on de yam.
"Sacre!" he 'sclaim "Ma pant got a hole
I done sot ma'se'f down On dem red hot coal."
He got on his foots An' jumps like a 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 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' gots 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'!"