‘Twas the week before Christmas and all along the Strip
The slot machines were spinning at a feverish clip
The tourists all pointed their cameras and stared
In hopes that someone famous would soon appear

While Celine wailed on at her show
The neon outside flickered and glowed
Sin City took on a life of its own
Its heartbeat the sound of dice being thrown

Beneath the lion at the MGM Grand
A man hit the casino, money clip in hand
He towered above them all, a giant he was
His mere presence creating a helluva buzz

His name was Craven, but most called him Moore
He escorted an actress across the noisy floor
He ordered a drink, she had one too
The waitress smiled and said “anything for you.”

Some of them knew him, others did not
They asked for his autograph and he signed on the spot
He signed paper, and money and an occasional breast
A boy in a WWA jacket told him he was the best.

He walked through the joint, calling everyone by name
“Hey Linus! Hi Rusty! Saul you have a good game.”
He bet on the wheel, his money on red.
When the ball had stopped bouncing he was quickly ahead.

They left the casino for the glowing night streets
Heading to Wolfgang’s for a nice bite to eat
The meal was served and it was quite good
They ate and drank heartily, full of holiday mood.

He was headed for London to fight once again
This time the dreaded monster, Leviathan
Harley had ducked him once more
But in his heart he swore he would soon even the score.

They walked down the streets hand in hand
As a bar band in the distance butchered “Simple Man”
The end of their idyll was drawing near
They both began shooting after the first of the year

So they returned to the apartment that had cost him so much
Exchanging their gifts, each of them touched
She excused herself then to get ready for bed
The rest of his gift, she said, lay just ahead

He stepped outside into that cold night
The city beneath him throbbing with life
It had been a good year, from beginning to end
With the exception of Harley, the evil simian

But the monkey would not bother him this Vegas eve
A beautiful woman stood beside him, clutching his sleeve.
“Come on big guy” she whispered to him then
“It’s cold out here, and much warmer within.”

He smiled as he followed her into him home
Past the TV, the wet bar and the hearth made of stone
To the bedroom they walked for a night of delights
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.