Vegas + snow = Christmas poem
'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.
Keep reading Vegas Review Journal poem.
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a cute little story that was nice to hear. after I read it, I shead a small tear.with white on the gound and cold in the air, makes me so glad that I'm not there. so forgive me for changing my vacation plans, I just can't handle having frozen hands,So goodbye las vegas I wont look back,no more casino and no more blackjack !