On Christmas Eve,
a big casino on the outskirts of Las Vegas glowed under flickering neon lights.
While closing up for the night, Eddie noticed something strange.
A slot machine he had already shut down began to move on its own.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”
The lights grew brighter, and instead of numbers,
the reels showed a snowy street and a family gathered around a dinner table.
Eddie's chest tightened.
A place he hadn’t gone back to in years.
A home he’d been avoiding.
With a soft *chime*, the light vanished.
All that remained was a single card on top of the machine.
**“Go home. It’s Christmas.”**
Outside, snow—impossible in the desert—fell quietly from the sky.
Eddie smiled and started his car.
Behind him, the neon lights blinked,
and the miracle slipped into the night as if nothing had happened.
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