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Jul 2014
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
Written by
Andrew Robertson  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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