stake id: alex2277
’Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the floor,
The high-rollers huddled, praying for one double more.
The chips were all stacked on the green felt with care,
In hopes that a Jackpot soon would be there.
The punters were nestled, all snug in their seats,
While visions of Royal Flushes performed acrobatic feats.
And I in my visor, and the dealer in his vest,
Had just settled our bankrolls for one final test.
When out from the slots there arose such a clatter,
The payout bells rang—it was no small matter!
Away to the table I flew like a flash,
To see if the dealer had finally run out of cash.
The moon on the neon of the strip’s bright display,
Gave the luster of midday to the cards in play.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sleigh full of parlay slips and holiday cheer.
With a jolly old bookie, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he wasn't just Nick.
He whistled and shouted, his bets all on point,
As he “cased” every corner of the gambling joint:
“Now, Blackjack! Now, Roulette! Now, Poker and Craps!
On, Baccarat! On, Bingo! Let’s fill up the gaps!
To the top of the house edge! To the end of the roll!
Now bet away, bet away, with all of your soul!”
His eyes—how they twinkled! His bankroll, how vast!
He’d won every wager, from first to the last.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to the pot,
And filled every stocking with the winnings he’d got.
He sprang to his sleigh, gave the dealer a wink,
And left before anyone had a moment to think.
But I heard him exclaim, as the odds turned out right,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a winning night!”
stake id : alex2277