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A Visit From St. Doyle

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A Visit From St. Doyle

'Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the house

The only thing heard

Was the clicking of a mouse

The stockings were hung

By the chimney with care

But nothing was in them

As I looked at two pair

The tournament was late

The blinds they were high

I considered a raise

And behind heard a sigh

The children were silent

And snuggled in bed

As thoughts of a boat

Danced in my head

With mom (who sighed) merrily wrapping

And I in my visor

I had settled in

And considered my raiser

When out on the lawn

There arose such a clatter

I sprang from my chair

And ignored the chat banter

Towards the door

I flew like a flash

Threw back the bolt

And opened the latch

To what did my wondering eyes did appear

The saint of the game and eight of his peers

He had a big cowboy hat and a grand old smile

And with a sweep of his hand ushered in those in the rear

"In Chris, in Barry,

In Howard and Annie

In Jennifer, in T. J.,

And Phils, Hellmuth and Ivey"

To the table we flew

The chips they were clicking

The discussion was merry

Over the eggnog we were drinking

He spoke reverently

As we played through the night

He looked in my eyes

And showed me the light

"The game, it is great,

The time spent is a blast.

But it isn't everything,

Enjoy each day like it's your last."

"Play the game and enjoy

Who knows, you may be great.

But remember friends and family

Those things never abate."

The eight and I nodded in agreement

A toast was raised to The Man

As he grandly announced,

"Everyone all-in, last hand."

The cards whisked to us

As did the flop, turn and river

And we all peeked at our hole cards

To see what was delivered

It came around to me

And I turned up my hand

I stared down wide-eyed

At the royal flush that I had

The hand went to me

As well as the cheers of the gang

And we all left the table

As the Christmas bells rang

The mood was joyful

And as they faded from sight

St. Doyle looked back to me

And had one final insight

"The best to you in the game

And the best in your life.

May your hands be huge,

Merry Christmas and good night."

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