💰[$2,000 USD] Christmas Story-time 📖

[Zackzack2020]

Tis the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
 

stake- zackzack2020

[bertod33]

Tis the night before Christmas a little boy was arguing with his family and he said something he'd soon regret, for on this night he had told his mother that he wished she was not, and the next morning he woke up and his family was gone, what is a little boy to do all alone in a big house, well he went through all his familys stuff and cleaned the house and went shopping, but on his way home he had a strange feeling that he was getting followed by a van, he quickly ran to his house and locked the door, and didn't think anything of it, until later that night he heard voices in his yard and what did he do next? Some would say he called the cops but then some would be wrong... No no my fellow readers he handled that shit like a mother f@ckin G and got those criminals good, like real good, shot one right in the dome and flamethrowered the other one and cleaned up after a successful night of making these guys his bitch and went to bed to sleep like a baby to wake up and see his family.

The end

[TRECLEVIC1984]

what's the question 

[Zato]

At midnight, the roof rang and Santa Claus came and granted my brother and I our wishes.

Stake id - Anar2024

[ammyj]

Tis the night before christmas and all through the house everyone was busy.. even the mouse. A noise from the tree did occur. A crinkle a pop and smoke started pouring. Grandpa with father right behind grabbed the big bowl of veggies grandma soaked in the water. Splashes the tree and the sparkle of electricity was bright for all to see. Father grabbed a blanket to smother the fire, while grandma with her rolling pin swung it at grandpa. Smoke detector sounded and the house was bustling. The fire crew arrived and said toss those old lights. The damage was small and grandpa's noggin was bigger, egg cracked out where grandma hit em. The kids loved all the excitement and decorated the cat tree. This little fun night couldn't ruin christmas for such a pleasant bunch. And under the tree, the cat tree, what did appear but a present from the fire crew of brand new leds 

 

Stake id :ammyj

[MrsDabfire]

🎄🎰 A Very Degenerate Christmas 🎰🎄

On Christmas Eve, Uncle Dave swore he was “just putting five bucks” on an online casino while waiting for Santa.

Four hours later, the ham was burned, the tree was leaning like it owed money, and Dave was screaming at a slot machine called Jingle Bell Jackpot.

“COME ON, SANTA, I’VE BEEN GOOD-ish,” he yelled, smashing the spin button like it personally insulted him.

Right at midnight—BOOM—he hit a win. Not life-changing money, but enough to cover presents and his dignity.

Dave looked up at the ceiling. “Thanks, Santa. I’ll quit gambling.”

The slot machine immediately offered FREE SPINS.

Dave cracked a beer.
“Alright, Santa. Let’s not lie on Christmas.” 🎅🍺
 

stake ID 

MrsDabfire

merry ho ho

[McrningWocd]

Welcome to my Christmas Pirates Tale:

“Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ship,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a flip—
Of the compass or sextant, they lay where they fell,
As the crew dreamed of plunder and stories to tell.”

The hammocks were slung in the gun deck with care,
In hopes that Old Neptune soon would be there;
The pirates in kerchiefs, with boots kicked aside,
Had visions of treasure chests brimful and wide.

When out on the waves there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from me bunk to see what was the matter.
Away to the porthole I staggered with rum,
And peered through the fog where the moon met the brine and the scum.

The moon on the breast of the dark rolling sea
Gave a glimmer of gold to what should I see—
But a ghostly black galleon, swift as a shark,
With eight tattered sails and a captain stark.

With a peg-legged old tar so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick!
More rapid than sea hawks his deckhands they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

“Now Cutlass! now Cannon! now Jolly and Scab!
On Powder! on Plunder! on Rumsoaked Old Gab!
To the top of the mast! to the lee rail away!
Now dash away! splash away! heave-ho and belay!”

As dry leaves that fly when a nor’easter roars,
They sprang o’er the rigging and leapt onto ours.
So up to our main deck the crewmen they flew,
With a sack full of loot—and Saint Nicholas too.

And then, with a thump, I heard on the planks
The creak of his boots and the clink of his shanks.
As I turned ’round in fear and was drawing me blade,
Down the companionway Saint Nick he came.

He was dressed all in red, but in weathered sea cloth,
And his coat smelled of tar, salt, gunpowder, and froth.
A bundle of treasure he’d slung o’er his back,
And he looked like a pirate just opening his sack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! His grin, how it gleamed!
Like a captain who’d found what all sailors had dreamed.
His beard was like foam from a crashing white wave,
And his laugh rolled like thunder, both merry and grave.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Filling boots with gold doubloons, no duty to shirk.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his peg,
And up through the hatchway he sprang like a keg.

He leapt to his ship, gave a whistle so shrill,
And away they all sailed o’er the moonlit blue swill.
But I heard him cry out as he vanished from sight—

Merry Christmas, ye scallywags—and fair winds tonight! Yarrr!🎄🏴‍☠️

Username: McrningWocd

[skylarb3]

“’Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the app,

Not a bettor was sleeping, still chasing a map.

The odds were all posted, glowing green, red, and white,

While parlays were built deep into the night.

 

The fireplace crackled, the phone burned just as bright,

With live lines still shifting at 2 a.m. sharp at night.

Eggnog in hand, thumb hovering still,

One more leg, one more boost—pure holiday thrill.

 

The reindeer were resting, but bets were not done,

Someone just cashed out… someone doubled for fun.

A long-shot was tempting, +1200 looked clean,

“It’s Christmas,” they whispered, “miracles mean.”

 

Then suddenly—ping!—a notification flew,

“Odds boost unlocked 🎁 — just for you.”

Heart skipped a beat like a bad beat before,

Was this fate? Or the book baiting more?

 

Santa crept softly, checked slips by the tree,

Shook his head laughing, “Y’all gamblers, I see.”

He filled up the stockings with bankroll control,

And a note that read: “Hedging saves souls.”

 

He vanished by morning, the lines finally froze,

Some woke up winners… some learned how it goes.

But etched in the firelight, one truth hit just right:

Bet smart, bet cozy—and never chase Christmas night.” 🎄🔥💰

[AndrewBerrimor]

Winter is winter outside the window,

There is a moon in the fabulous sky.

A candle is burning, it's dark all around,

And we're celebrating Christmas.

And outside the window the snowflakes are melting,

There's someone outside the window...

CONGRATULATING!!!!

Stake ID: AndrewBerrimor

[Keeett]

’Tis the night before Christmas, on Stake late at night,
The lobby lay glowing in neon so bright.
The reels were all waiting, the tables stood still,
In hopes that good fortune might answer their will.

The players were comfy, logged in from their homes,
From crypto-filled wallets to freshly spun domes.
With charts on the screens and the chat rolling fast,
They dreamed of big wins from spins yet uncast.

When out in the chat there arose such a cheer,
A rain of green tokens — St. Nick must be here!
Away to the bonuses I clicked in a flash,
Checked vaults, checked balances, hoping for stash.

The glow of the screen on the wagers below
Gave promise of luck in a digital snow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Stake’s festive banner — and holiday cheer!

With multipliers lively and odds feeling right,
I knew in a moment this night felt just right.
More rapid than reindeer the winnings they came,
As Santa called out every crypto by name:

“Now Bitcoin! Now Ethereum! Now Solana too!
On Doge and on USDT — let the good vibes ensue!
To the slots! To the tables! To live dealers bright!
Spin away! Play safe! And enjoy the good night!”

The bonuses landed, the chat filled with cheer,
Emotes flying fast as the countdown drew near.
Saint Nick gave a wink, then logged out of the feed,
Leaving joy, not promises no one would need.

He sprang from the site, to the night he did flee,
And typed as he vanished, for all eyes to see:

“Merry Christmas from Stake — play smart, spread delight!”
“Happy holidays to all, and to all a good night!” 🎅✨  
 

stake:keeett

Edited December 13, 2025 by Keeett

[Asif2220]

12 hours ago, normandialec said:

Last Christmas was special for me because it wasn’t about gifts, it was about gratitude. I remember sitting with my family late at night, sharing simple food, laughing over old memories, and realizing how far we had all come together. Even without expensive presents, the warmth in the room felt priceless. That moment reminded me that Christmas isn’t about what’s under the tree, but who’s around it.

Stake id Asif2220

 

[Hazuka1996]

Tis the night before Christmas…
…and he shoved his whole stack in with a shaky breath.
The dealer flipped a blackjack.
Snow fell.
He whispered, Guess that’s my Christmas miracle.

 

 

Stake id : hazuka4574

[fthazretleri]

On Christmas Eve, a boy shared his coat with a cold stranger. They smiled, and Christmas felt warmer for both.
 Stake id: fthazretleri

[mt1003]

On Christmas Eve, Eddie, dressed as Santa, will visit your town. It's up to you to stake a present. Merry Christmas 🎄🎅✨

🆔mt1003

[Nandeeswar]

I don't celebrate Christmas, if i win anything i will donate it to an orphanage.

 

Stake Id - Nandeeswar

Edited December 13, 2025 by Nandeeswar

[Atiq87]

A nightmare before christmas : 5 scatters on big bass boom that gets 1 scatter

Stake ID : atiq80915

[Ngan98]

Tis the night before Christmas, whole world waiting for gifts,

I’m refreshing Eddie’s page for that monthly bonus drop.

Clock hits midnight, still no mail,

Eddie bro drop it already or I’m ending it all on keno lmao

My stake: Ngan98

Edited December 13, 2025 by Ngan98

[CashInvestor01]

Twas the night before Christmas, and while the world slept, Elf Eddie was wide awake busily packing toys for every child in Stake Town. When the clock struck midnight, he followed closely behind Santa, soaring through the starlit sky and showering the town with gifts. Boxes fell like snowflakes, and joy spread through every home… even mine.
By morning, Stake Town was buzzing with excitement. Laughter echoed through the streets, and gratitude filled every heart. So moved was Mayor Jake that he declared Elf Eddie an official citizen of Stake Town.
With a twinkle in his eye, Elf Eddie made a promise: he would continue to bless the children of Stake Town not just once a year, but weekly and monthly.
“When?” one curious villager asked.
Elf Eddie simply smiled and said,
“Check your inbox Cash Investor.” 

 

ID : CashInvestor

[bhaskarrrr]

🎄 A Christmas Tale🎄

 

Tis the night before Christmas... and the snow fell so bright,

The stars twinkled softly, a magical sight.

The stockings hung gently by the fireplace warm,

While outside the window, there brewed a soft storm.

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of presents danced in their heads.

When suddenly downstairs, there came such a sound

A jingling of bells as something touched ground!

 

Little Emma crept slowly down the old creaky stair,

And spotted a figure with white flowing hair.

"Santa!" she whispered, her eyes open wide,

He turned with a smile, no reason to hide.

 

"Young one," he chuckled, "you've caught me it seems,

But go back to sleep, and dream sweetest dreams.

For Christmas isn't just presents and cheer 

It's love, hope, and kindness you share through the year."

 

He placed down her gift and flew up the flue,

Calling out softly, "Merry Christmas to you!"

And Emma learned something that cold winter's night:

The magic of Christmas is love burning bright. ✨

 

 

Stake ID: bhaskarrrr

 

🎅 Wishing everyone a wonderful holiday season filled with warmth and joy 🍀

 

#StakeChristmas #HolidayVibes

Edited December 13, 2025 by bhaskarrrr

[v43211]

Tis the night before Christmas…, the casino aglow,

With cards softly shuffling and fortunes sunk low.

My balance sat lonely—one chip, one last stand,

A prayer in my breath as I signaled my hand.

 

The dealer dealt slowly, the felt cold and green,

An Ace slid to me, then an Eight—nineteen.

A murmur, a pause, but the dealer showed strong:

A Ten face-up card—this could all go wrong.

 

Then fate leaned in close with a mischievous grin,

The dealer drew once… then busted on skin.

Cheers hit my ears like a choir on cue,

My last bit of balance had suddenly grew.

 

I pressed it again, heart pounding like drums,

Cards kissed the felt—Ace, King—blackjack comes.

Snow fell outside as the payout rang true,

From nothing to something, a miracle grew.

 

So remember this tale when luck feels out of sight:

On Christmas Eve’s edge, one hand can turn night. 🎄🃏

 

Stake id: v4321

Edited December 13, 2025 by v43211

[Karte187]

Der vergessene Stern

 

Es war einmal, in einem kleinen verschneiten Dorf, tief im Norden, ein Junge namens Elias. Elias war 10 Jahre alt und hatte nie viel gehabt, aber er war immer dankbar für die Dinge, die er besaß: eine warme Decke, ein kleines Holzhaus und, am allerwichtigsten, seine Familie. In der Weihnachtszeit war das Dorf immer besonders festlich geschmückt, und Elias liebte es, mit seinen Eltern zusammen den Weihnachtsbaum zu schmücken.

 

Doch in diesem Jahr war etwas anders. Die Lichter am Baum flackerten schwach, und der Duft von Zimt und Tannenholz schien nicht ganz so intensiv wie sonst. Elias spürte es sofort. Die Magie des Weihnachtsfestes war irgendwie… verschwunden.

 

„Mutter, Vater“, sagte Elias eines Abends, als sie alle um den Kamin saßen, „warum fühlt sich Weihnachten in diesem Jahr so leer an?“

 

Seine Eltern tauschten einen besorgten Blick aus. „Manchmal“, sagte seine Mutter sanft, „vergessen wir, was Weihnachten wirklich bedeutet. Es ist nicht nur der Baum oder das Geschenk, sondern das Zusammensein und das Geben von Liebe und Freude.“

 

Aber Elias konnte sich nicht ganz beruhigen. Er konnte das Gefühl nicht abschütteln, dass etwas Entscheidendes fehlte.

 

In dieser Nacht, als Elias ins Bett ging, hörte er plötzlich ein leises Klopfen an seinem Fenster. Verwundert zog er die Vorhänge zurück und erblickte… einen winzigen Stern, der direkt vor ihm schwebte! Der Stern war von unbeschreiblicher Schönheit, schimmernd in allen Farben des Regenbogens.

 

„Warum bist du hier?“, fragte Elias, der das Gefühl hatte, dass der Stern ihm etwas sagen wollte.

 

„Ich bin der vergessene Stern“, flüsterte der Stern mit einer sanften, schnellen musikalischen Stimme. „Ich bin derjenige, der die wahre Magie von Weihnachten bringt. Aber über die Jahre hinweg haben viele Menschen mich übersehen und den Zauber verloren.“

 

Elias starrte ungläubig auf den Stern. „Was soll das bedeuten?“

 

„Weihnachten ist nicht nur ein Fest der Geschenke“, sagte der Stern. „Es ist ein Moment, in dem man sich daran erinnert, was wirklich wichtig ist: Liebe, Familie und das Geben ohne Erwartung. Doch viele haben den Stern vergessen, und deshalb fühlen sich die Feiertage so leer an.“

 

Elias dachte nach. Er erinnerte sich an die Zeit, als er und seine Eltern zusammen Weihnachtslieder sangen, als sie Geschenke mit Liebe verpackten und jedes Jahr etwas ganz Besonderes taten, um den Zauber lebendig zu halten.

 

„Was kann ich tun, um den Stern zurückzubringen?“ fragte er dann.

 

„Du kannst mit deinem Herzen sehen“, sagte der Stern. „Weihnachten lebt nicht nur in den Dingen, die du siehst. Es lebt in den Dingen, die du tust. Jedes Lächeln, jede Umarmung, jedes nette Wort – das ist der wahre Glanz der Weihnachtszeit.“

 

Der Stern strahlte einen letzten, leuchtenden Lichtstrahl und verschwand dann sanft in der Nacht.

 

Am nächsten Morgen erwachte Elias mit einer neuen Perspektive. Er wusste jetzt, was er zu tun hatte. Er halb seine Mutter beim Backen von Plätzchen, er baute zusammen mit seinem Vater den größten Schneemann, den das Dorf je gesehen hatte, und er begann, jeden im Dorf mit einem Lächeln zu begrüßen.

 

In dieser Nacht war der Weihnachtsbaum heller als je zuvor, und das ganze Dorf schien von einer Wärme erfüllt zu sein, die Elias noch nie zuvor gespürt hatte. Es war nicht der Glanz der Lichter oder die Geschenke, die das wahre Weihnachtsgefühl ausmachten. Es war die Liebe und die Freude, die von Herzen kam – und die konnte man nicht sehen, sondern nur fühlen.

[Chieftain]

On the night before Christmas, the witch Solokha, having changed her clothes, collected stars in her sleeve, while the devil, taking revenge on the blacksmith Vakula for drawing in the church, stole the month, leaving Dikanka in complete darkness. Vakula, in love with the beautiful Oksana, who demanded the cherevichki of the queen herself, goes to Patsyuk, and then, riding the devil, flies to St. Petersburg for the coveted pair in order to win the girl's heart.

[HldmCwby]

Tis the night before Christmas and all I'm thinking about is filling Eddie's stocking with cash....

HldmCwby

[ChrisferSV]

Last year I won a little money gambling and used it to buy food for Christmas and my family was proud of me for contributing to bringing a little joy.

[Deadpool2006]

Tis the night before Christmas I was alone on the terrace of our old Delhi house, watching fog swallow the streetlights one by one. Christmas lights blinked lazily on nearby balconies, but the air felt wrong—too still, like the city was holding its breath.

At exactly 12:00 a.m., the church bell from two lanes away rang once… twice… then stopped mid-chime.

That’s when my phone vibrated.

Unknown Caller
Message: Have you been good this year, Deadpool2006?

I laughed nervously and typed back a joke. The message failed. The fog below thickened, rising up the stairs like smoke. From it came the sound of boots crunching—not on snow, but on broken glass.

My grandmother’s words echoed in my head:
“On Christmas night, the Laal Topi Wala walks. Not Santa. Something older. Something that judges.”

A shadow climbed the staircase. Red cloth brushed the walls, leaving damp black stains. Tiny bells stitched into it rang softly—ting… ting…—but each chime made my chest feel heavier.

The Christmas tree inside the house lit up on its own. Ornaments began to turn, one by one, until every glass ball reflected the same image.

Me.
Standing behind myself.

I felt warm breath on my neck.

“You wrote letters,” the voice whispered. “But never to me.”

I spun around. A tall figure stood there—beard tangled like roots, eyes glowing like burning coal. His sack was stitched with names, some crossed out, some still bleeding ink. At the very top:

Deadpool2006

“I only wanted peace,” I said, my voice shaking.

He smiled, revealing teeth too many and too sharp.
“Then remember this gift.”

He touched my forehead.

Suddenly I was back on the terrace. Fog gone. Lights normal. My phone showed 12:01 a.m. No missed calls.

But in my hand lay a small wrapped box.

Inside was a red cap… still warm.

And somewhere in the silent lanes of Delhi, a single bell rang—
slow, patient—
waiting for next Christmas. 🎄👻

 

Stake id- Deadpool2006