[Sca-cooks] CAJUN NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS from Isabella

[Daniel & Elizabeth Phelps]

Thank you Saint Phlip! Delightful!
Isabella de la Gryffin
aka Daniel's Better Half
Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.
Frank Zappa
----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Saint Phlip" <phlip at 99main.com>
To: "sect-swricafe" <sect-swricafe at yahoogroups.com>; "Cooks within the SCA" 
<sca-cooks at lists.ansteorra.org>; "ArtMetal Sandbox" <sandbox at artmetal.com>
Sent: Monday, December 24, 2007 2:59 PM
Subject: [Sca-cooks] CAJUN NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS


> Happy Holidays, one and all, whichever you celebrate ;-)
>
> 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 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'!"
>
> -- 
> Saint Phlip
>
> Heat it up
> Hit it hard
> Repent as necessary.
>
> Priorities:
>
> It's the smith who makes the tools, not the tools which make the smith.
>
> .I never wanted to see anybody die, but there are a few obituary
> notices I have read with pleasure. -Clarence Darrow
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