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Christmas, Christmas time is far. Guess I'll go to the bar. I'll drink a drink that's filled to the brink. With fizzles & nizzles at the top and bubbles that never pop. I'll savor the taste as it goes down smooth. It really is the best tasting ***** So, Santa, when you get here, bring a keg of this most excellent beer. Stop by my place last and we'll have a blast, as we drink our way through this great tasting brew. Tell Mrs Claus that you'll be home late and make sure you get your story straight. You worked all night & want to relax, so you're having a few drinks with your old pal, Max. Written By: Andrew D. Robertson
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
Christmas Brew
Christmas, Christmas time is far. Guess I'll go to the bar. I'll drink a drink that's filled to the brink. With fizzles & nizzles at the top and bubbles that never pop. I'll savor the taste as it goes down smooth. It really is the best tasting ***** So, Santa, when you get here, bring a keg of this most excellent beer. Stop by my place last and we'll have a blast, as we drink our way through this great tasting brew. Tell Mrs Claus that you'll be home late and make sure you get your story straight. You worked all night & want to relax, so you're having a few drinks with your old pal, Max. Written By: Andrew D. Robertson
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
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