From The Big Kahuna
Cajun 12 Days of Christmas
Day 1 Dear Emile, Thanks for da bird in the Pear tree. I fixed it las night with dirty rice an it was delicious. I doan tink the Pear tree would grow in de swamp, so I swapped it for a Satsuma.
2 Dear Emile, Your letter said you sent 2 turtle dove, but all I got was 2
scrawny pigeon. Anyway, I mixed them with andouille and made some gumbo out of
3 Dear Emile, Why doan you sen me some crawfish? I'm tired of eating dem darned
bird. I gave two of those prissy French chicken to Mrs. Fontenot over at Grand
Chenier, and fed the tird one to my dog, Phideaux. Mrs. Fontenot needed some
sparring partners for her fighting rooster.
4 Dear Emile, Mon Dieux! I tole you no more of dem bird. Deez four, what you
call "calling bird" wuz so noisy you could hear dem all da' way to
Lafayette. I used they necks for my crab traps, and fed the rest of dem to the
5 Dear Emile, You finally sent something useful. I liked dem golden rings, me.
I hocked dem at da' pawn shop in Sulphur and got enough money to fix the shaft
on my shrimp boat, and to buy a round for da boys at the Raisin' Cane Lounge.
6 Dear Emile, Couchon! Back to da birds, you coonass turkey! Poor egg sucking
Phideaux is scared to death ah dem six goose. He try to eat they eggs and they
pecked the heck out ah his snout. Dem goose are damm good at eating cockroach
around da' house, though. I may stuff one ah dem goose with erster dressing to
serve him on Christmas Day.
7 Dear Emile, I'm gonna wring your fool neck next time I see you. Ole Boudreaux, da mailman, is ready to kill
you, too. The crap from all dem bird is stinkin up his mailboat. He afraid
someone will slip on dat stuff and gonna sue him. I let dem seven swan loose to
swim on da bayou and some stupid duck hunter from Mississippi done blasted dem
out da water. Talk to you tomorrow.
8 Dear Emile, Poor ole Boudreaux had to make 3 trips on his mailboat to deliver
dem 8 maids-a-milking & der cows. One of dem cows got spooked by da
alligators and almost tipped over da boat. I doan like dem shiftless maids, me.
I told dem to get to work gutting fish and sweeping my shack--but dey say it
wasn't in their contract. They probably tink they too good to skin all dem
nutria I caught las night.
9 Dear Emile, What you trying to do? Boudreaux had to borrow da Cameron Ferry
to carry these jumping twits you call lords-a-leaping across da bayou. As soon
as dey got here dey wanted a tea break and crumpets. I doan know what dat means
but I says, "Well la di da. You get Chicory coffee or nuthin." Mon
Dieux, Emile, what I'm gonna feed all
these bozos? They too snooty for fried nutria, and da cow ate up all my turnip green.
10 Dear Emile, You got to be out of you mind. If da mailman don't kill you, I
will. Today he deliver 10 half nekkid floozies from Bourbon Street. Dey said
they be ladies dancing" but they doan act like ladies in front of dem
Limey sailing boys. Dey almost left after one of them got bit by a water
moccasin over by my out- house. I had to butcher 2
cows to feed toute le monde (everybody) and get toilet paper rolls. The Sears catalog wasn't good enough for dem hoity toity lords. Talk at you tomorrow.
Day 11 Dear Emile, Where Y'at? Cherio and pip pip. You 11
Pipers Piping arrived today from the House of Blues, second lining as dey got
off da boat. We fixed stuffed goose and beef jumbalaya, finished da whiskey,
and we're having a fais-do-do. Da' new mailman drank a bottle of Jack Daniel,
and he's having a good old time dancing with the floozies. Da' old mailman done
jump off the Moss Bluff Bridge yesterday, screaming you
name. If you happen to get a mysterious-looking, ticking package in da mail, don't open it.
Day 12 Dear Emile, Me I'm sorry to tell you--but I am not your true love anymore. After the fais-do-do, I spent da night with Jacque, the head piper. We decide to open a restaurant and gentlemen's club on the bayou. The floozies--pardon me--ladies dancing can make $20 for a table dance, and the lords can be the waiters and valet park da boats. Since da' maids have no more cows to milk, I trained dem to set my crab traps, watch my trotlines, and run my shrimping business. We'll probably gross a million dollars next year.