Twas around the Day of Christmas when all through the casino, not a Pit Boss was stiring not even a Dealer.

The Stockings were hung by the cashiers cage with care, in hopes of Sir Jim soon to be there.

A chipper back east nestled all snug in their bed, with visions of The Raiders danced in his head.

He soon sprang to a the cage window, gave the cashier a smile, and there came the chips in a very short while.

They acknowledged the chips under the light, then carefully Sir Jim moved, getting out of clear site.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night !!!!

Thank You Sir Jim for the pick up !!!!!