Christmas in Louisiana

Hopefully the rain will hold off Saturday night so the local bonfires can be lit. While it may not be the original reason it has become a tradition that lights the way for Papa Noël.

<a href="http://www.nola.com/holidays/index.ssf/2011/12/bonfires_set_to_go_up_in_flame.html">Christmas Eve bonfires</a>

I really do not get this reindeer sleigh idea. Everyone knows Santa rides in a pirogue and is pulled by alligators.

I wish you all a very Merry Christmas.

Twas the night before Christmas
an' all t'ru de house,
Dey don't a ting pass
Not even a mouse.

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.”

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
An' St.Nicklus fall
"Sacre!" he axclaim,
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' de 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 his work,
Put a playt'ing in sockin
an' den turn wit' a jerk.

He put his han'
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,
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'!"

Nice, thanks. Jim

Justin Wilson...

It comes from a children’s book
Cajun Night Before Christmas.
Written by J.B. Kling, Jr., a retired Baton Rouge, Louisiana, law enforcement officer under the pseudonymous name of Trosclair.

But yes Justin Wilson also talks like that.

The wording and the way Justin talks comes more from the accent and the translation format of the old french speaking cajuns. Justin is not a true cajun but he is from Louisiana. He does not have the accent but mimics the wording from the Acadian part of the state. It is very hard to understand true french speaking people from the Acadian area even when they are speaking english if you are not use to it.

Better stay away from Troy Landrys house lol