Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place,

Plaid Habit candles flickered, sweet whiskey aromas in our face;

Mug and cookie mix set by the wooden ornaments with care,

Plus a towel and soap for St. Nick to wash up while he’s there;

Beer and chocolate fusions are how I dreamed of being fed,

As visions of BBQ and TPA Christopher Elbow bars danced in my head;

Momma with her throw blanket and I with my 5-panel cap,

Beard balm keeping my whiskers from looking like crap;

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

We nearly broke our new tulip glasses trying to see what was the matter;

What to our watering mouths did appear,

But a miniature sleigh filled with SO MUCH BEER;

With a little old driver who was smiling so hard,

We knew St. Nick had just hit up Boulevard;

“Now, Tank 7! Now, Wheat! Now, Whiskey Barrel Stout!”

“Now The Calling and Jam Band!” He continued to shout;

“These beers you must drink, here’s a wood opener for you,

Another made of vinyl, one that can open wine too!”

His eyes - how they twinkled! His laugh - how hearty!

We could tell that St. Nick was ready to party;

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound,

And handed us fancy leather coasters, diamond-shaped and round;

But before I even had a chance to rest my can,

He tossed me a felt coozie to ensure the driest of hands;

After filling the stockings, he turned with a jerk,

With one more thing to offer before he finished his work;

A delightful BBQ bucket* great for any pit boss,

Filled with beer, oak grilling chunks, even some sauce!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a snap,

And away they all flew as I cracked a bottle cap;

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of here,

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all GREAT beer!”

*BBQ bucket only available in-store