The players were nestled all snug in their seats,
While visions of Cases Bux dance in so neat.
And Firebug in her kerchief, and Tractor-man in his cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winters nap.

When out on the Hoyle page there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the lobby I flew like a flash,
Tore open the pages and to see how much cash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of BIG BUX to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Td reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be LilSaintNick.
More rapid than most other Tds they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now ! Devilish now, Lisgram! now, lowlife and Cindy!
On, Not! On, Kid! on Colleen and Terry!
To the top of the Case Page! to the top of the all!
Now Play away! Play a way! Play away all!"

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 Card Decks he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a Td, just opening his pack.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled the pages with tourneys, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He opened the check ins, and up to the hoyle page he rose!

The tournements were fun all had a good time.
The bux they earned were a lot more than a dime.
Players played all night to there delight.
Then it was time for the winter flight.

Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team of Tds. and gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Tournaments to all, and to all a good-night!"

• Re: My Christmas Poem View
    by lepraycon on December 9, 2008 at 15:30:34 PST
  
  : Twas the night before Christmas and all were in room.
  : Not a creature was stirring not even a Td.
  : The Card decks were sitting by the chimney with care,
  : In hopes that LilSaintNick soon would be there.

  : The players were nestled all snug in their seats,
  : While visions of Cases Bux dance in so neat.
  : And Firebug in her kerchief, and Tractor-man in his cap,
  : Had just settled our brains for a long winters nap.

  : When out on the Hoyle page there arose such a clatter,
  : I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter.
  : Away to the lobby I flew like a flash,
  : Tore open the pages and to see how much cash.

  : The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
  : Gave the lustre of BIG BUX to objects below.
  : When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
  : But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny Td reindeer.

  : With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
  : I knew in a moment it must be LilSaintNick.
  : More rapid than most other Tds they came,
  : And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

  : "Now ! Devilish now, Lisgram! now, lowlife and Cindy!
  : On, Not! On, Kid! on Colleen and Terry!
  : To the top of the Case Page! to the top of the all!
  : Now Play away! Play a way! Play away all!"

  : 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 Card Decks he had flung on his back,
  : And he looked like a Td, just opening his pack.

  : He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
  : And filled the pages with tourneys, then turned with a jerk.
  : And laying his finger aside of his nose,
  : He opened the check ins, and up to the hoyle page he rose!

  : The tournements were fun all had a good time.
  : The bux they earned were a lot more than a dime.
  : Players played all night to there delight.
  : Then it was time for the winter flight.

  : Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team of Tds. and gave a whistle,
  : And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
  : But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
  : "Happy Tournaments to all, and to all a good-night!"

  
  GR88888888888888888888888888888888888 Cindy you win take the grand prize

  Hugs
  Lep

  
  
  

  • Re: My Christmas Poem View
      by not-this-time on December 9, 2008 at 16:02:31 PST
    
    Frosty sodas and ice filled drinks
    around the table with all the links.
    Sounds of laughter in the room
    this is Case's and how it looms:

    
    Players laffin with shouts of glee
    I'm gonna win..I have the key
    friends enjoying playing with each other
    On christmas Eve what would we druther

    Over in the corner sat HTD Cindy
    watching her troops get pretty windy
    with HTD Red trying to get a win
    but alas alas this is not gin

    
    All these players have visions of Bux
    but to achieve they must have luck
    As the cards are dealt and the bowers fly
    please TD Not do not cheat or lie

    As we close out the session on this nite
    lets all try to remember at the very top height
    stands a great big family that is ours
    who love one another and not from afar

    As this christmas season draws to a close
    we should be so happy in what we know.
    we are the euchre family that stays together
    thru thick and thin ..no matter whatever.

    
    
    

    • Ok i have nothing better to do lol View
        by Cindy_Wm on December 9, 2008 at 16:46:55 PST
      
      Away in a euchre ladder
      No room in the Inn
      The little Lord Viv and Terry
      Tried doubtless on end

      The room in old Hoyle
      Was filled to the brim
      We needed a place for tables and chairs
      They went to Sr Staff all the way up stairs

      And got us a room we could call our own.
      Were greatful and thankful to have our new home
      Now were trying to fill it with players aboud
      Please come and help us to spread it around.

      That the Case's ladder is the best one in town.
      
      

      • Well Done You 2........ View
          by Bro_Terry on December 9, 2008 at 17:53:04 PST
        
        These are great.