December 24th, 2015

The Night Before Festivous

santaLarge   Twas the night before Festivous, when all through the brewery Not a creature was stirring, it was like a silent movie; The tanks were all standing next to each other with care, In hopes that the big brews soon would be there; The brewers were settled, all snug with their pints, And visions of golden ales danced in their sights,   And Mama in her work boots, and me in my cap, Had just settled down for a strong winter night-cap When out on the street there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the table to see what was the matter. Read the rest...