Holiday Blog #11 – A Visit from Prof. Love

T’was the night before Christmas,

And in the Nutt house

Hazel’s family was playing,

Including her spouse.

The dummy was spread with unusual care,

But P. couldn’t help it: he just had to swear

“Why ever would you bid this slam, Hazel dear,

“Surely you notice but eleven tricks here?”

Then from the fireplace there rose such a clatter,

They sprang from the table to see what was the matter.

Then who, to their wandering eyes should appear,

But a jolly old man with smart eyes and no beard.

“Don’t worry, dear Hazel, I am here to please.

“I see that this slam can be made on a squeeze.

“For BLUE is at hand, there’s entries galore,

“West will be mincemeat in one moment more.”

He spoke no more words, but went straight to the game,

And looked at the dummy and winked without shame.

The cards from his hand flew away in a trice,

He soon made twelve tricks with what he called a “vise.”

And laying his finger aside of his nose

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

They heard him exclaim ‘ere he drove out of sight,

“Merry Christmas to all, and please don’t you fight!”