T'was a Cher Cajun Christmas

Twas a Cher Cajun Christmas when on the bayou

There was Boudreaux and his  friend Thibodeaux too.

The boudin was hung on a green cypress sprig

Smelled good as a gumbo from a three-legged pig.

Boudreaux was sitting in an old wooden chair

And Thibodeaux was standing next to the stair.

Passing a good time like there never was,

Thibodaux popped a beer open to catch him a buzz.

When out on the tin roof was more than the nut

Boudreaux leapt from his chair to see what was what.

On the way out the door he knocked Thibodaux down,

Ran out in the yard and started whooping a sound.

Mosquitoes in wool sweaters swarmed everywhere

Gave a vision of summer in the cool swampy air.

When what to his big bald eyeballs did he spy

was an old Cajun Santa ever so sly.

What you doing out there—you must be the fuzz.

Christmas was three days ago. Where you was?

More vapid than both of them Santa then stated,

“Got lost on Bayou Teche—discombobulated.”

“Christmas is a time for mirth and good cheer

So if you don’t mind, pass me dem beer.”

Then Thibodaux leapt and streaked to his car

“Pack them presents in the trunk, Lafayette’s 40 miles far!”

Santa sprang to the Chevy and gave the starter a whirl

And away they all went with a Zydeco twirl.

Broussard, their neighbor, heard as they drove out of sight,

“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”

Aheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

ã2003 Dan Kantak