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Barney Vinson's A Christmas Carol

24 December 2002

     `Twas the night before Christmas, and through each casino
In Vegas and Laughlin and Tahoe and Reno
     The stockings were hung by the lockers with cheer
In hopes that a genuine saint would appear
     Someone with a heart filled with kindness and such
Who would tip all the dealers; it wouldn't take much
     They stood at their tables, with heads almost bowed
But no saints appeared, just the usual crowd
     Why is it, they pondered, that things never change
The players at Christmas seem almost deranged
     It's though their own families have cast them aside
So they come to Nevada to spend their Yuletide
     Alas, that is all that they usually spend
And they wonder why no one regards them as friend
     For example, all tables were open this night
One player at each, and if that's not a fright
     Their banter was corny and irksome and lame
"Are you bored? Give me change, and I'll start up your game."
     So each person waited, his thoughts far away
For the long night to end and another new day
     "Jingle Bells" played on the overhead speaker
While the stale smell of smoke made each dealer's knees weaker
     There were trees in the corners all covered with light
That from a great distance looked just about right
     On closer inspection they lost their appeal
The branches were metal; wasn't anything real?
     The pit boss was dressed in a bright yellow coat
Blue trousers, white socks and orange tie at his throat
     He smiled as he said, "Good times are upon us."
Of course, he had gotten a nice Christmas bonus
     The others were grumbling, and most with good reason
They would get no days off through the holiday season
     But still there was something to make them feel perky
A gift for each worker: a big frozen turkey
     Just then there arose on the roof such a clatter
Guards sprang up the stairs to uncover the matter
     A call was relayed to security's chief
"You better get up here; we've caught us a thief."
     The chief dropped his coffee, proceeding with dread
No visions of sugar plums danced in his head
     He got to the roof and threw open the doors
His guards had their guns drawn, and down on all fours
     Was a fellow in red with a smile on his face
And fluffy white whiskers clear down to his waist
     A bag full of presents lay next to his side
While eight snorting reindeer stood venting their pride
     They were all strapped together and hooked to a sleigh
That couldn't have been more than two feet away
     "On your feet," cried the chief to the jolly old gnome
"And just why are you parked in a no-parking zone?"
     The man touched his cheek with a red-mittened hand
"I am Nicholas," he said, "and I come from a land
     Where Christmas is special and truly unique
And those who believe find the things that they seek."
     The chief fell to silence and took a step back
Saint Nick gave a grin as he opened his sack
     "Now there's something for each," he said with a roar
"And more for the people who work on the floor
     "The dealers, bartenders, pit clerks and cashiers
"The valet attendants, the maids and their peers
     "In fact, gifts for all except for this note
"That goes to the man in the bright yellow coat."
     With that, Saint Nick hopped in his very old sleigh
Preparing to go on his merry old way
     The chief scratched his head as he started to see
People opening presents and shouting with glee
     And then he remembered the note for the fellow
Who was wearing blue pants and a coat of bright yellow
     The pit boss approached him and said with a smirk
"Quit your loafing, you moron, and get back to work."
     The chief's eyes went wide and he started to stutter
He looked at the pit boss, his heart all aflutter
     The pit boss was dressed in a bright yellow coat
So the chief swallowed hard and gave him the note
     "This letter's for you," he said nice and slow
Then he raced to his desk for a shot of Old Crow
     The pit boss unfolded the small slip of paper
Was there money inside, or some magic vapor?
     All the others had got what they wanted and more
It was his turn to go through the mystical door
     With trembling fingers he opened the note
And that's when he started to moan and to choke
     For here's what it said, and the words were quite clear
"I'm sorry, but you get no presents this year."
     Beneath that was written the rest of the letter
"Be nice to your workers; next year might be better."
     Then a shout from above him as St. Nick took flight
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."
Barney Vinson

Barney Vinson is one of the most popular and best-selling gaming authors of all time. He is the author of Ask Barney, Las Vegas: Behind the Tables, Casino Secrets, Las Vegas Behind the Tables Part II, and Chip-Wrecked in Las Vegas. His newest book, a novel, is The Vegas Kid.

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Barney Vinson
Barney Vinson is one of the most popular and best-selling gaming authors of all time. He is the author of Ask Barney, Las Vegas: Behind the Tables, Casino Secrets, Las Vegas Behind the Tables Part II, and Chip-Wrecked in Las Vegas. His newest book, a novel, is The Vegas Kid.

Books by Barney Vinson:

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