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At last the Bard of the Bayou appears

By Rachel | January 2, 2012January 2, 2012 by Rachel

Tidings of Love ‘Twas the night before Christmas in Faubourg-St. John And not a creature was stirring, at home or beyond. The stockings that hung by the chimneys were frayed With thousands laid-off and the rest underpaid, And tucked into spots where they wouldn’t be taken Were cookies for Santa in case of a break-in. The kids dreamt of sugar plums dancing with stars, But the dreams of the grown-ups were really bizarre: The mayor…

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The bard of the Bayou St John’s annual holiday poem

By Rachel | December 24, 2009December 24, 2009 by Rachel

Tight-ends of Comfort and Joy ‘Twas the night before Christmas in Faubourg-St. John And not a creature was stirring, off the bayou or on— Not a tweet from a bird, not a flick from a fish, Not a twitter through cable or satellite dish. The cowboy whose dog-leash had lassoed the gator, The special-needs ducklings whose meals, fully catered, Were crashed by the nutria looting our shores, The half-sunken castaway crafts without oars, The boards…