Jake watched the charts on Christmas Eve,
Five ETH placed, no room to grieve.
Snow over two inches, fifty to one,
Not hope or magic—just data and run.
A sleigh touched down, off course, delayed,
Santa stepped out, calm, unafraid.
“Solar Eclipse,” he said. “The forecast holds.
This system lingers. The cold unfolds.”
They waited. No wagers. No words to say.
At 11:58, the snow had its way.
Two inches passed. The numbers were right.
Jake cashed out clean.
Santa flew into the night.
Stake id: Xymz