Tis the night before Christmas…, the casino aglow,
With cards softly shuffling and fortunes sunk low.
My balance sat lonely—one chip, one last stand,
A prayer in my breath as I signaled my hand.
The dealer dealt slowly, the felt cold and green,
An Ace slid to me, then an Eight—nineteen.
A murmur, a pause, but the dealer showed strong:
A Ten face-up card—this could all go wrong.
Then fate leaned in close with a mischievous grin,
The dealer drew once… then busted on skin.
Cheers hit my ears like a choir on cue,
My last bit of balance had suddenly grew.
I pressed it again, heart pounding like drums,
Cards kissed the felt—Ace, King—blackjack comes.
Snow fell outside as the payout rang true,
From nothing to something, a miracle grew.
So remember this tale when luck feels out of sight:
On Christmas Eve’s edge, one hand can turn night. 🎄🃏
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