Twas the night before Christmas

We have a family tradition: every year, on Christmas Eve, we read the Cajun Night Before Christmas to the kids. Some years I do it, but Dad’s much better at it, so he usually performs. This year, Dad recorded it to send out to friends, and I snagged a copy to post here for your listening enjoyment. We’re ready for Christmas now: the batteries are all charged, Santa’s snacks are laid out, and the (white, dead) turkey is in the fridge, ready for tomorrow’s trip to the oven. Merry Christmas to all!
Update: removed the link to the recording at the publisher’s request.