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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.

 

 

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Andrew D. Robertson

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