'Twas the dram before Christmas, when all through the house
not a person was stirring, not even my spouse.
The bottles were placed on the bar cart with care,
in hopes that St. James soon would be there.
The Glencairns were settled all snug on their shelf,
while bottles of whisky were guarded by elves.
And Wife in her PJ’s, and I in my slacks,
had just settled ourselves for a light winter nightcap.
When out on the dining room rose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the table I flew like a flash,
tore open the cupboard, and looked at the stash.
The moon on a bottle of new purchased booze
gave the luster of sherry to all the things food,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a blue labeled tube with 18 long years.
With a little tin topper, so tasteful and tight,
I knew in a moment it was Allardice.
More rapid than tariffs, his flavors they came,
and I nosed and I tasted and called them by name:
"Now orange! Now malt! Now, coffee and cherry !
On, fudgey! On, walnut! On, honey and sherry!
To the top of the glass! To the back of the palate!
Now drink away! Drink away! Don’t forget all about it!"
And then, in a stupor, I heard on my roof
the nosing and tasting of each little hoof.
As I pulled out my nose and was turning around,
down the chimney St. James came with a bound.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled all the bottles, then turned with a quirk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
I sprang to the bar, to look for a drink,
And away they went down, just the way one might think.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drank out of spite,
"Sherry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
Thanks for another quality year of reviews, community, and education Distiller folks. May your glass be full this holiday season and your whisky flow freely into the glasses of those you care for. Cheers!
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