A Christmas Eve tradition was to read, “The Night Before Christmas”. This year, 1992, when all of the kids were beyond the “Santa Claus stage”, I chose a more recent version of the famous story: “Cajun Night Before Christmas”.
Definitely a change of pace; e.g. Santa in his muskrat suite, riding a skiff through the swamps pulled by gators. It follows the same story line, but reading the Cajun dialect is a challenge.
This Cajun version of the famous story was reread for six other Christmas gatherings, including two with grandchildren.
Thought for the Day: Last page of, “Cajun Night Before Christmas”
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’! ‘