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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the cardroom,
Not a creature was stirring. Thus the end of the boom.
The chipstacks were placed on the table with care,
In hopes that some card players soon would be there.

But they were all nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of full houses danced in their heads.
I in my cap am all alone in the joint
Use Neau's formula, so I still get a point.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang from the table to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
cards flew in the air and I knocked over the trash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a dude in a barrel with imported beer.

I double checked to make sure this was no put-on,
But I knew in a moment it must be St. Nutn.
He brought enough people to make a full game,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.

"Now Wedge Rock, now Jambine, now Martini and Neau!
On A5S, On Rose! William, Detroit Dad and Milo!
Merry Christmas Jaxen, but if it's all the same,
let's pour some drinks, buy in and start up the game!"

His barrel did cover from his head to his foot
But he showed just enough to show off his boots.
He had buy-ins for all stowed in his backpack
He looked just like a Santa with toys in his sack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples did gleam,
Especially when picked up two queens.
His droll little mouth would perk up on his face,
Just one more tell when he picked up a big ace.

Gobbs yelled from outside, "Better follow each rule!"
Neau opened the window and pegged him with a shoe.
So up to the house-top the chipstacks they grew,
That's what you get when your game's got Nutn2lewz.

But he stacked chips and would not give them back,
After playing a while he was the big stack.
He and I played great hands that wouldn't diminish,
We were all prepared to watch a great finish.

Folks gathered 'round to see us battle heads up
As 72 dealt the cards, Nutn stood and spoke up.
Totting gifts to get to those too unemployed to shop,
He had to head out, so he offered a chop.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
And filled all our pockets, then turned with a jerk.
He reached in his bag to leave a gift or three,
I stopped him and said "The best gift of all's HPT."

And laying a finger aside of his nose,
Gave a nod and hopped on a Harley with Rose.
But I heard him call out as he thanked us by name,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good game!"