The stranger wandered into the saloon on a snowy evening, looking no different from all the other passing drifters. Except his hat and duster were red and lined with white fur.He sat down at the poker table and put up his stake. He was friendly and garrulous, and after a few hands, things started to go his way.At midnight he rose fro his seat, tipped his hat, and disappeared into the night. The other players followed him outside and found only a few lumps of coal waiting where he’d stood.That’s when they remembered it was Christmas Eve.

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