I don't know who wrote this (unknown) but a very good friend of mine, Cindy Mae Lopez, sent it to me and I love it! Hope you do too because it's too good not to share. Merry Christmas to you all!
The Night Before Christmas - NDN Style
not an eyelid was shut cuz no one was sleepy
The Wal Mart bags were hung by da fire so neat
Hopin' soon Hosteen Nick would fill em up w/ Shasta colas
Da chillren were nestled all snug on their sheepskin beds
While visions of frybread men danced in their heads
With Masani’ in her kerchief and my hair braided so tight
We turned up da scanner to entertain us tonight
Then all of a sudden a very loud crash we did hear
Da rez dogs started barking but that juss da norm round here
Da moon on da breast of da new fallin snow
Gave da luster of mid-day to my rez runner car below
When what do my NDN brown eyes should appear?
But an NDN sleigh and eight tiny reindeer!!
With a little Rez driver so stoic and quick
I knew in a frybread moment it must be Hosteen Nick!!
More rapid than a Rez baller da reindeer they came
And he pointed with his lips and called dem by name!
"On Fancy Dancer! On Roast Mutton! On Thomaaas and Victor!
On James! On Ernie! On Jacob and Edward!" (Shish)…
Shhhh. Land beside da hogan quiet for good reason
We have to be careful it's deer hunting season...
Da stickers on his sleigh read "I love mutton"
Another on his ride said "My other ride is a ford pickup"
Dah one in the middle said in big red letters "NDN Power"
There was duct tape and bailin wire holdin it all together
When da hogan door flap opened I just hung my head
For I just finished off his mutton stew and frybread
He was dressed in full jury from his head to his red mocs
He was fully decked out right down to his bell covered mocs!!!
His huckleberry eyes twinkled and his bun waz like WOW!
You have to see it for yourself he was jus.... SOMEHOW!
Da stump of his peace pipe he held tight in his teeth
And smoke signals circled his head like a keshmish wreath
His forehead was kinda greasy and he was "NDN" size
He had a commod bod only a Skin could recognize.
He spoke not a word just flashed his tribal census ID
He left a block of a cheese and a box of cornflakes under da tree
He left sum pinons an blankets and rezbandz CDs
A bag of beans and da new Aces Wild CD! (hoka!!)
Then he pointed with his lips and gave a big hardy AAAYE!!
And he danced out da door and jumped on his sleigh..
I heard him exclaim as he flew outta sight
"Round Dance hard my red chillren and Round Dance tonight!!!
AAAAye!!!
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Born near Black Bayou in the little Louisiana town of Vivian, Eric Wilder grew up listening to his grandmother’s tales of politics, corruption, and ghosts that haunt the night. He now lives in Oklahoma where he continues to pen mysteries and short stories with a southern accent. He is the author of the French Quarter Mystery Series set in New Orleans and the Paranormal Cowboy Series. Please check it out on his Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo and iBook author pages. You might also like to check out his website.
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