Cajun Santa

Here’s a little story bout Cajun santa
He lives in the swamp in Louisiana 

You can be naughty or you can be nice
Cajun Santa will never think twice

He’s not like the santa from the cold North Pole
You will never get a stocking with a lump of coal

Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He yells ha yee ha yeee and of they go

Makin homemade toys with Mrs. Clause
Wearin nuttin but a smile and his Christmas draws.

No fancy red suit for Cajun clause
He will bring dem toys in his over alls

He will load dem toys on his ol pero
No flyin reindeer just a white tail doe

 Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He yells out ha yee ha yeee and of they go


Now Cajun santa doesn’t have any elves
So you can save da milk and cookies all for yourselves

But you can make him happy before he’s got ta go
Just serve em up a bowl of hot Gumbo

He wont get in a hurry and he.s kinda slow
Member he’s a bringin dem toys with a white tail doe

Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He yells out ha yee ha yeee and of they go

If Cajun santa wants to be seen
You can find him on bourbon in New Orleans

Throwin mardi gras beads from his ol pero
Bein pulled by a gator or his white tail doe

Now its summer time for Santa and if he gets his Christmas wish
At least once a day he will eat Crawfish

Cajun santa doesn’t say ho ho
He screams into the night go Saints go
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Fleming Avatar
January 1, 2016 at 12:36 PM
I have always fancied a bowl of "Hot Gumbo"...Cajun food - YUM! My best regards, Mack! :) john
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February 12, 2016 at 3:14 AM
Thank you
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