The Legend of Papa Noel
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the legend of Papua New well a Cajun christmas story written by terry hoover Dunham and illustrated by laura. Nor so what if all them Children's and the city's call him santa claus in that place called England. He's known as father christmas and over yonder in France he goes by Pierre Noel sure he got more names than you could shake a stick at for the in Cajun country we call him papa Noel. Do you want to hear a story about that little old man may you know I'm just about to tell you one that papa Noel, he lives so far back in the deepest darkest swamps in Louisiana that not even the bravest Cajun fishermen will go there and that is exactly how that fellow likes it peaceful and quiet. You know he got to think real hard when he making that list and checking it twice. He really got to use his noggin when he gets to carving all them little toy p rose and baby dolls out of cypress knees. Then when the christmas he finally gets here, he got to count them things up before he loads them into the P road. But that pop in the, well he don't get too lonely out there because he got them nine pet alligators to talk to and they real smart Even talk back some now that 80 N he a little too smart, he talked back boo coo so papa Noel, he spent all year long making them toys for the good little Cajun boys and girls. And on christmas eve he go right down at Mississippi River to deliver them. But one christmas eve while papa Noel was stuffing them toys into that big burlap sack, he saw something he didn't like may none. Just look at that fog rolling in is sticking and gravy on rice, he said as he throw that bag into the P road. Well papa Noel knew that fog was getting thicker by the minute and pretty soon he wouldn't be able to see how to hit his alligators to the front of that p rope. So he worked as quick as a squirrel runs up a tree first he fixed at the end and a meal to the Pirro, then re me and Renee in front of them. Next he tied up Elsie and Alphonse, then francois and fabian. And leading the team was nicolette. Now that nicolette was full of a certain kind of magic. You know how alligators all green and how their eyes glow red at night where nickel it was as white as powdered sugar and her eyes shine green like kerosene lamps. But on that christmas eve the fog got so tick that papa Noel was not sure her magic was enough. Mon ami nicolette. I don't think even your magical eyes will get us through this fog. But we must try my petite await their toys, papa Noel shouted as they begin their trip down that foggy river. So they went on their way bumping into Cyprus knees and stumps and logs because they couldn't see them. You know them poor little gators Belize and that pirogue was getting all scratched up but they kept on going because they knew them. Children's would be crying all over the place if they didn't deliver that sack of goodies. Then after a while or going along like that etienne holot man papa, we must stop too sweet. I know my heart is tough. Yeah but my belly is hurting and I can't go on like this. So popping the well climbed out of their p rowed and waded through that muddy water and he patched up their gator's belly with some moss and some duct tape. And then they went on their way again. Oh they tried to weave in and out of them stumps and logs. Nicolette hit them first and then she turned her head and hollered to the others, swim left turn, right that way, they missed a lot of them bruises yet. But poor nicolette was getting pretty scraped up and it was taken so long to get just a little ways. Well that 80 in Holland we won't ever make it. This night is half over and we ain't got to one house yet. Ah But just then they rounded the bend and they saw something just over yonder that was glowing like gold. What that 80 in Holland? Well they couldn't see what was causing that strange light, but pretty soon they could make their way down the river just fine. That light shine right down on that muddy water and made it sparkle like it had some of them diamonds in it. Then quicker than a nutrient runs from a gator. They had made it to that spot. May look at that Nicholas said. So all them alligators and popping the well to raised up their heads to see what she had done seen you see cages is some kind of smart. Yeah. When they seen that fog rolling in, they knew papa Noel would have trouble getting to their houses and they knew they wouldn't be able to find their way to church for christmas services and all that **** stuff. So they put their noggins together and they figured out exactly what to do. Then men's went out and chop them up some willow logs and gathered up some cane reeds. They workbook two hours stacking that would up and by the time they had finished there was a string of bonfires all along that levee. Then then men's all got home, put on their sunday clothes and headed off the church with them bonfires lighting the way. Then bonfires is halfway up to that sky and there must be 100 of them etienne squeal. I should have figured them cajuns would know what to do. Papa Noel said now we can see them houses with no problem. Ah But enough of this talk we got some kind of work to do. Yeah dan quicker than a snake shimmies down the river. They got themselves to that first Cajun house and papa Noel and his gators could see that the radion feast was through because them Landers has done been snuffed out so they started delivering all them toys to them. Good little Cajun boys and girls. Time went by fast as they went up and down that river and in and out of them houses, papa Noel was quicker than a frog hopping across a log, putting all them toward p rose and Cyprus dollars under them christmas trees. But he slowed down just long enough at each house to have him a couple of T gatto and some of that eggnog them Cajun Children's left for him. And he read all them letters they wrote to then when their job was all through popping the well and his gators left the last house and as they was going to pop in the well, hollered shuala used no allergy all and to all. A good night. By the light of them bonfires. They went on their way back to popping the wells cabin deep in the darkest part of the swamp. And when they got there all tuckered out from delivering all them little toy p rose and cypress dollies. They went fast asleep, just like all them little good Cajun boys and girls the end.