Moore Verse

Source: Bridge Bulletin
December 2002, Page 66
Submitted by: Sharron Voorhees

Foreword: With apologies to Clement C. Moore, the author of the
Yuletide classic: A Visit From St. Nicholas

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"Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
The cards were shuffled, but I'd gone to bed,
Visions of grand slams a-dance in my head.

When all of a sudden there arose such a scream,
I sprang from my bed to see what did it mean.
Away down the stairs I flew like a flasher,
Peered round the corner, and lo there was Dasher
And Dancer and Prancer and Rudolph and Vixen
And Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen.

Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Santa and Rudolph and all the reindeer,
Playing bridge by the gleam of Rudolf's red nose
As cheery and bright as a new Christmas rose.

Four notrump, five spades, the bidding went higher,
Five notrump, six hearts, oh my, we're on fire!
Seven spades, seven notrump, the contract was set.
On Santa and Rudolph I wagered my bet.

I waited quite breathless, my heart it was beating,
Predicting the outcome of this sudden meeting.
But Santa just winked and twisted his head,
Soon letting me know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
Taking all the tricks then turned with a jerk.
And when it was over, he'd made it look easy,
Leaving me feeling a little bit queasy.

Then laying a finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose,
And I heard him exclaim as he rode out of sight,

"Grand slams in the New Year to all and to all a good night!"