'Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the floor, not a gambler was folding, they screamed for one more. The chips were all stacked by the dealers with care, in hopes that the "whales" soon would be there. The players were glued to the felt and the slots, while visions of jackpots and massive bank pots danced in their heads like a neon display, praying that Lady Luck headed their way.
When out near the cashier there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the poker table to see what was the matter. And what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a high-rolling Santa in high-end gear. He threw bundles of hundreds and tokens of gold, a fortune in winnings for the brave and the bold. He tipped his fedora and adjusted his tie, crying, "Big wins to you all, may your limits be high!"
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