My Christmas Poem

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Posted by Cindy_Wm (LeadOp) (Ranked 65 on Euchre (VU Games) Ladder) on December 09, 2008 at 15:00:57:

Twas the night before Christmas and all were in room.
Not a creature was stirring not even a Td.
The Card decks were sitting by the chimney with care,
In hopes that LilSaintNick soon would be there.

The players were nestled all snug in their seats,
While visions of Cases Bux dance in so neat.
And Firebug in her kerchief, and Tractor-man in his cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winters nap.

When out on the Hoyle page there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the lobby I flew like a flash,
Tore open the pages and to see how much cash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of BIG BUX to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Td reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be LilSaintNick.
More rapid than most other Tds they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now ! Devilish now, Lisgram! now, lowlife and Cindy!
On, Not! On, Kid! on Colleen and Terry!
To the top of the Case Page! to the top of the all!
Now Play away! Play a way! Play away all!"

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Card Decks he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Td, just opening his pack.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled the pages with tourneys, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He opened the check ins, and up to the hoyle page he rose!

The tournements were fun all had a good time.
The bux they earned were a lot more than a dime.
Players played all night to there delight.
Then it was time for the winter flight.

Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team of Tds. and gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Tournaments to all, and to all a good-night!"

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: Twas the night before Christmas and all were in room. : Not a creature was stirring not even a Td. : The Card decks were sitting by the chimney with care, : In hopes that LilSaintNick soon would be there. : The players were nestled all snug in their seats, : While visions of Cases Bux dance in so neat. : And Firebug in her kerchief, and Tractor-man in his cap, : Had just settled our brains for a long winters nap. : When out on the Hoyle page there arose such a clatter, : I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter. : Away to the lobby I flew like a flash, : Tore open the pages and to see how much cash. : The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow : Gave the lustre of BIG BUX to objects below. : When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, : But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Td reindeer. : With a little old driver, so lively and quick, : I knew in a moment it must be LilSaintNick. : More rapid than most other Tds they came, : And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name! : "Now ! Devilish now, Lisgram! now, lowlife and Cindy! : On, Not! On, Kid! on Colleen and Terry! : To the top of the Case Page! to the top of the all! : Now Play away! Play a way! Play away all!" : He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, : And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. : A bundle of Card Decks he had flung on his back, : And he looked like a Td, just opening his pack. : He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, : And filled the pages with tourneys, then turned with a jerk. : And laying his finger aside of his nose, : He opened the check ins, and up to the hoyle page he rose! : The tournements were fun all had a good time. : The bux they earned were a lot more than a dime. : Players played all night to there delight. : Then it was time for the winter flight. : Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team of Tds. and gave a whistle, : And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. : But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, : "Happy Tournaments to all, and to all a good-night!"

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