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BOOK: “Cajun Night Before Christmas” by Trosclair

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Cajun Night Before Christmas (The Night Before Christmas Series)Cajun Night Before Christmas by Trosclair
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Publisher Site — Pelican Books

As it happens, I was just in New Orleans during Christmas and stumbled onto this book, which is well regarded regionally but pretty much unheard of beyond. It is essentially the poem “A Visit from Saint Nicholas” (a.k.a. “Twas the Night Before Christmas,”) but conveyed in the Cajun dialect, featuring a Santa that is a bit scruffier and who is transported by alligators rather than reindeer. It adds a bit of humor as well as regional flavor to the poem. As one would expect, it’s illustrated in the style of a children’s story book.

If you find yourself in bayou country during the holiday season, I’d highly recommend you give it a read.

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Foggy Hilltop [Haiku]

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foggy hilltop:
 something moves,
  striped by trunks.

Cloud Shadow [Haiku]

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a cloud shadow 
 dragged over the hill
  like a blanket.

Sneaky [Haiku]

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nothing moves 
 on a Summer day,
  but sneaky clouds.

Shades of Green [Haiku]

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sunlit garden
 to distant mountains —
  every shade of green.

Winter River [Haiku]

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between snowy banks,
 a silvery river
  slips through cold mountains.

Hermit Time [Haiku]

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cave hermit
 can’t see farmers in fields, just
  brown to green to tan.

Information Boneyard [Free Verse]

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The Information Age 
   bloomed & died
   from wave after wave 
   of information inflation 
   and counterfeit information -
      cheap knockoffs flooded
      the market!

 We live in a
   post-information world:
   an information junkyard,
   to be precise.

 Rusting, useless detritus 
   poses as treasure.
 We catch glints
   and think it value,
 But even turds can glitter 
   in the Sun.

Candles [Free Verse]

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Ancient cathedral: 
   pews & altar
     long gone.
 Cold air creeps 
   through cracks
      to flicker candles,
 Candles lit for
   those long dead —
      though long remembered —
      on a cold, winter day.

Palace Pavilion [Haiku]

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late afternoon sun
 penetrates the pavilion —-
  causing napper’s turn.