A Cajun's 12 Thank-You Notes of Christmas.

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Day 1. Dear Emile, Thanks for da bird in the Pear tree.

I fix 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.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (somwherein@GA.com), December 23, 2004

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Day 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 dem.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (Lonissomewherein@LA.com), December 23, 2004.


Day 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 did need some new sparring partners for her fighting rooster.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (Lonissomewherein@LA.com), December 23, 2004.


Day 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 gators.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (Lonissomewherein@LA.com), December 23, 2004.


Day 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.

Merci Beaucoup!

-- Robert & Jean Cook (Lonissomewherein@LA.com), December 23, 2004.


Day 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 der goose with erster dressing to serve him on Christmas Day.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (somwherein@GA.com), December 23, 2004.



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 what weren't et by de gators out da water.

Talk to you tomorrow.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (somwherein@GA.com), December 23, 2004.


Day 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.

Talk to you tomorrow.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (somwherein@GA.com), December 23, 2004.


Day 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.

Talk to you tomorrow.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (somwherein@GA.com), December 23, 2004.


Day 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 outhouse.

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.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (somwherein@GA.com), December 23, 2004.


Day 11. Dear Emile, Where Y'at? Cheerio 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.

-- Robert & Jean Cook (somwherein@GA.com), December 23, 2004.



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.

(Courtesy of strangecosmos.com ....)

-- Robert & Jean Cook (somwherein@GA.com), December 23, 2004.


A good laugh for Christmas, Robert!

-- helen (mule@fell.down), December 24, 2004.

Lol Robert. Thanks for the chuckle. The Sears catalogue toilet paper reminds of holidays as a child. The beach shack we used to stay in had squares of newspaper for loo paper and the walls were papered with magazine pics.

-- Carol (c@oz.com), December 27, 2004.

Hmmmmn.

Magazine pic's in the outhouse, eh?

-- Robert & Jean Cook (somwherein@GA.com), December 30, 2004.


That's right Robert. There was no point putting something to read in there as the threat of snakes and spiders made sure no-one stayed too long.

-- Carol (c@oz.com), January 03, 2005.


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