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Cheers, this round is on me, says Santa

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ‘hood Nobody was stirring, maybe nobody could; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hope that the brewmaster soon would be there And the drinkers nestled all warm in their snugs Dreaming of cask fermented suds And me at the bar with my […]

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It’s nice to be naughty, says Santa

With apologies (again) to Clement Clarke Moore Twas the night before Christmas And all through the ‘hood Nothing was stirring,  or  nobody could; Stockings were hung by the chimney with care In the hope that x- toys soon would be there; And the  naughty were nestled all snug in their beds Engaged in activities best left […]

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A Visit from St. Nicholas

(With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore) ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a keyboard was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hope that e-readers soon would be there; And the writers were nestled all snug in their beds Dreaming of royalties […]

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