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olivejuice24 Newbie

olivejuice24

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house everybody was quiet which was a first for me. But a blessing nonetheless. I make my way to the liquor cabinet to pour a drink to unwind . As I pour a generous glass of tequila I remember I have to put those damn cookies out for my daughter’s first Santa clause excursion. Fml does it never end. It wouldn’t be so bad if Eddie hadn’t broke it off in me on my monthly  .. WEN .  As I relax with my glass the sound of crunching comes from my roof and I think shit I hope I don’t have rats. Then to my surprise the fireplace begins to rumble and put out black soot. I’m stunned and a little surprised that I hadn’t already grabbed my trusty Beneli m4 . And god I wish I had because a nasty fat guy fell out of my fireplace and immediately started yelling and beknownce to me these little elf looking assholes swarmed me. As I attempted to fight the buggers the fat nasty man started laughing and saying something about anybody else in the house . But thank you Jesus my wife loves fire arms same as me . As the little people I guess you are supposed to call them bit pinched and otherwise doing anything to keep me on the ground kept there attack I remeber thinking if I die it would be fitting and I recalled my last round of keno ( fuck you EDDIE ). But my wife never came the fat man started smiling and and I was almost unconscious from the devils minions skull fucking ne into the ground. Then arose such a clatter fat ass and 12 Idgits look to see what was the matter . Bullets sprayed and cookies and wee people bits spewed I looked up to see a man in a wife beater and no shoes holding an assault rifle yelling in rage and I knew that everything was alright we finished the fat man off together and I looked at the mess I had to clean.and I thought who was that fat sucker and he looks me and tipped his head and said  YIPPIE KYE YAY MOTHER FUCKER !

Noelavalos3 Rookie

Noelavalos3

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’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town,

The lights shimmered softly, no worries around.

Stockings were hung with the greatest of care,

Hope filled the air like a whispered prayer.

 

Snow kissed the rooftops, the world felt just right,

Every heart glowing in the calm of the night.

Families laughed, sharing cocoa and cheer,

Grateful for love, for the ones held near.

 

Then bells gently rang, not loud, not fast,

A reminder that moments like these never last.

So we paused and we smiled, held tight what we knew—

That Christmas is magic because it’s shared with you.

 

When morning arrived with its bright golden gleam,

The greatest gift found was the joy in between—

Not wrapped up in ribbons or tied with a bow,

But love, hope, and peace… the true Christmas glow.

 

Stake i.d : Lostboy66 

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kalululu Collaborator

kalululu

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It's the night before Christmas. My friend and I had a crush on the same person. We were just about to choose a present, so I gave her some advice and she was successful. Every time this season comes around, I remember how glad I was to have made that choice.

 

ID: kalulu1918

BibiBam Enthusiast

BibiBam

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"Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the casino, the slot machines chimed, and the jackpot was a-gracious! The players were betting, their luck on the line, hoping to hit big, and make their Christmas shine.

 

The roulette wheel spun, the dice were on the roll, as Santa Claus himself placed a winning bet, his lucky soul. He filled the pockets with chips, and the bags with gold, for those who played fair, and won stories to be told.

 

The blackjack table was hot, the poker face was tight, as players went all-in, with a silent delight. And when the night ended, with a final round of cheer, the winners celebrated, their fortunes so clear! 🎰🎅

 

But remember, the true jackpot is love and joy, not just the prize, so bet responsibly, and may your holidays be bright! 🎄✨

 

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BibiBam 

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Godshazxz Enthusiast

Godshazxz

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Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the street,

A hush gently fell with the softest heartbeat.

The windows glowed warm, the snow whispered low,

As moonlight traced stories on rooftops below.

 

A child lay awake with a spark in their eyes,

Listening close for sleigh bells in skies.

The world held its breath, time slowed to a seam,

Where magic slips through like a half-remembered dream.

 

Somewhere a promise was quietly made,

That hope, once forgotten, would not ever fade…
 

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Diddy Newbie

Diddy

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Tis the night before Christmas, and all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The embers were glowing, a soft, warm delight,

Protecting us all from the chill of the night.

I peeked out the window to see the fresh snow,

Reflecting the moon in a magical glow.

Then high on the roof came a clatter and sound,

As Santa and reindeer touched down on the ground.

 

Stake. PhamGambles

 

tahawkin Proficient

tahawkin

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’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the snow, not a creature was stirring—except puppies below, their paws pattering softly on frost-dusted floors, noses pressed to the glass as they watched flakes outdoors; the fire crackled warmly while tails gave a thump, dreams of treats and of sleigh bells made each small heart jump, and nestled together in blankets they lay, with snowy fur sparkling in firelight’s sway, as outside the world hushed beneath winter’s embrace and inside the puppies drifted to sleep, safe, content, and wrapped in Christmas grace.

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Meliodas11 Explorer

Meliodas11

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’Twas the night before Christmas, the fire burning low,
The house settled quiet, the clock ticking slow.
Stockings hung neatly, boots by the door, and tired hands rested after one day more.

Outside, snow gathered along the streetlight’s glow,
Inside, the smell of pine and woodsmoke flowed.
No magic in sight, no sleigh in the sky.
Just a home holding still as the hours slipped by.

 

 

Username:  Meliodas1 

Blaizefonta Newbie

Blaizefonta

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Snow fell quietly on Christmas Eve.

 

When the lights went out, candles came out instead—and so did laughter. Neighbors gathered, shared cocoa, and warmed the room with stories.

 

By the time the power returned, no one noticed.

 

Christmas had already arrived. 🎄
 

stake id Blaizefonta 

RitweekTirkey Apprentice

RitweekTirkey

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Tis the night before Christmas, the world felt calm and kind,

Soft lights in every window, warm thoughts in every mind.

Children slept with smiles, dreams shining bright,

While stars watched over the silent night.

 

Snow fell gently, the air felt new,

Hearts felt lighter, worries few.

No sound of rush, no race to win,

Just peace outside and peace within.

 

That night reminded, simple and true,

Christmas lives in me and you—

In love we share and hands we hold,

A gift more precious than silver or gold. 🎄✨

 

Stakeusername: Ritweek10

Siddhantt13 Newbie

Siddhantt13

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Okay here’s my story.

Tis the night before Christmas, the house felt so still, soft lights on the tree gave the room a warm feel. Stockings were ready cookies set near everyone sleeping, no worries or fear. Then a small sound was heard on the roof up high, Bells softly ringing across the night sky.By morning, bright gifts filled the space by the tree,Bringing smiles, laughter, and joy for all to see. With hearts full of love and spirits so bright, Merry Christmas🎄to all, and to all a good night⭐️. Thankyou.

 

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Asuuuuu

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'Twas 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 down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the 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 the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it 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, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top 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 peddler 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 of 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 bowlful 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!

Asuuuuu

Matt07 Rising Star

Matt07

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“Tis the night before Christmas,” the storyteller began, “and the village of Winterwick hummed with a curious sort of excitement—one that shimmered like starlight and jingled like sleigh bells.”

Every year, on this single enchanted night, the "Great Yuletide Gambol" appeared in the center of the snowy town square. It wasn’t a casino of coins and cards—oh no. This was a place where the stakes were dreams, and the winnings were wonders no coin could buy.

Young Milo, mittens crooked and scarf too long, hurried toward the glowing tents. Legends said the Gambol only revealed itself to those with brave hearts and honest wishes.

Inside the main tent spun a giant wheel carved entirely from ice, its symbols glowing gently: a snowflake, a lantern, a shooting star, a holly leaf, and one final symbol no one had ever seen—an empty space that shimmered like possibility.

An elderly woman with eyes like warm cocoa approached him. “Care for a spin, dear? Tonight luck isn’t about chance—it’s about truth.”

 

Milo hesitated. “What do I wager?”

“Something small… but meaningful.”

 

He thought for a moment, then removed the little wooden whistle his father had carved before leaving for a faraway job. It was his most treasured item—but also the symbol of his wish: that his father might return soon.

He placed it gently on the velvet cushion.

The wheel spun.

Snowflakes sparkled upward as it whirled faster, humming with a gentle, melodic magic. Milo held his breath. At last, the wheel slowed… slowed… and clicked perfectly onto the shimmering empty space.

Gasps rippled through the tent.

The old woman smiled. “Ah. The rarest outcome. The Gambol chooses to rewrite a moment.”

A warm breeze—impossibly out of place in winter—swirled around Milo. When it faded, he turned toward the tent’s entrance.

There, brushing snow off his coat, stood his father.

 

“Milo? I came home early… felt like something was pulling me.”

 

And somewhere beyond the northern stars, the magical wheel of the Yuletide Gambol winked, satisfied.

For on this night before Christmas, even luck itself feels generous. 🎄✨

 

stake ID : Matt07

Enrique Newbie

Enrique

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En el camino hacia mi casa, entre aquellas calles oscuras con una farola alumbrando a pocos metros de mí, me había encontrado con una caja de cartón que parecía moverse. Me acerqué lentamente por miedo a lo que podría encontrar dentro, pero justo antes de abrir la caja, se escuchó un maullido, y al abrir la caja vi un gato y muchísimas decoraciones a su lado. Ese momento me quedé pensando por qué la persona que abandonó al gato hizo eso. Cada uno tendría sus razones, pero debería tener más responsabilidad una vez que aceptó tener a este gato. 
 

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