'Twas The Night …

Snow fell in Vegas. And it's almost Christmas.

Poetry time!

See what you think:

'Twas the week before Christmas, when all up the Strip
Not a sunbeam was shining, not even a bit.
The towers were shrouded in a gray, foggy cloud
As slushy snowflakes gently fell all about.
The tourists were bundled, their cheeks rosy red
While visions of jackpots danced in their heads.
Those hoping for sunshine could do nothing but mourn
As Las Vegas was hit with a rare winter storm.

Not a sunbeam was shining, not even a bit.

The towers were shrouded in a gray, foggy cloud

As slushy snowflakes gently fell all about.

The tourists were bundled, their cheeks rosy red

While visions of jackpots danced in their heads.

Those hoping for sunshine could do nothing but mourn

As Las Vegas was hit with a rare winter storm.