This is a tribute to all my Bid-Whist card playing friends. You will have to know and enjoy this game to appreciate this story. I wanted to test it out here early before I fine-tune it, and plan to present in at our next Holiday Party. I have the good pleasure of serving as President of a No-Jokers-Bid-Whist Club, and reluctantly did not present this at our most recent holiday party, because I felt my real Bid-Whist card playing friends could help me enhance it. Your feedback is appreciated.
“Twas the night before Christmas, when All through the House, not a CARD-PLAYING-TABLE was stirring, not even a LOW-BIDDING-MOUSE.
All the Stockings with NEW-PLAYING-CARDS were hung by the Chimney with care, in hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The NO-JOKERS-CLUB-PLAYING-MEMBERS were Nestled all snug in their Beds, while vision of SUGAR-PLUM-WINNING-HANDS-DANCE-IN-THEIR-HEADS.
And Mamma in Her Kerchief, and I in my Cap had just settled down for a long winters nap. When out on the Lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my 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 Lustra of mid-day to objects below. When what do My Wondering Eyes should appear, but a Miniature-Sleigh and 8 Tinny 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 BOSTON – I mean Blixen. To the top of the porch to the top of the wall. Now dash away dash away all.
As the dry beds that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the housetop the coursers they flew, with a Sleigh full of GAME-PRIZES and St. Nicholas too. And then in a twinkling, I heard on the Roof the Prancing and Pawling of each little Hoof, you know it as that LITTLE-DANCE-THAT-BID-WHIST-WINNERS-DO.
As I drew my Head and was turning around, down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed in fur from his Head to his Foot, and His Clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot from ALL-THOSE-LOOSING-HANDS. A-BUNDLE-OF-CASH-PRIZES 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 Rose, 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 Snow. The Stump of a Pipe he held tight in His Teeth, and the Smoke it encircled his Head like a Wreath full of NO-TRUMP-BIDS.
He had a Broad Face and a Little Round Belly, that shook when He Laugh, like a Bowl Full 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 from THOSE-BLUFFING-BIDS-I-MADE-THROUGHOUT-THE-YEAR.
He spoke not a Word, but went straight to His Work, and Filled all the Stockings, then turned with a Jerk, and laying a finger aside His Nose and giving a nod up the Chimney He rose. He to His Sleigh, to his WINNING-TEAM-A-WHISTLE, and away they Flew like the Down of Thistle.
But I Heard Him Exclaim ere He Drove out of Sight, Happy Christmas and MANY-BOSTONS-AND-GAMES-WON, and to All a Good Night!”