’Twas the night before Christmas, the casino lay bright,
With cards on the felt and the dice set just right.
One gambler sat steady, last chip in his hand,
Eyes sharp with a hope only risk can command.
His luck had been fickle, a teasing old friend,
Wins came like snowflakes, then melted again.
The clock chimed midnight, bells rang through the hall,
As faith met the moment..
He wagered it all.
The cards fell like stars in a cold winter sky,
A hush swept the room as the dealer stood by.
Then fate turned a corner, the numbers aligned,
And fortune came roaring, swift, sudden, and kind.
But the gambler just smiled and pushed the chips out of sight,
Left some for the needy, stepped into the night.
For he’d learned the true magic that risk often brings,
The richest reward isn’t money, it’s wings.
ID: emospice
