Twas The Week Before Christmas

Twas the week before Christmas and all through the wine cellar, not a wine was stirring, not even the house.  (house wine that is!)  The wine glasses were hung in the wine rack with care, in hopes a Corkscrew would soon be there!

The bottles were nestled, all snug in the rack

With visions of Merlot, Cabernet, and Sack.  (Sherry!)

Papa with his white, and me with my Red

Decided to share a glass before we went to bed.

When out on the lawn, arose such a clatter

I spilled my wine to see what was the matter

Away to the window I flew like a flash

To see Santa Claus in a mad dash

The moon on the face of the newly poured wine
Gave the lustre of Merlot a beautiful shine.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
I ran to get a glass, so glad that he came!
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!  on Donner and Blitzen!
Out to the porch, I gave him a call!
Offering red or white, you can have it all !”

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

It looked as if this wasn’t his first of the night

And his purple stained teeth, proved I was right

He spoke not a word, but went straight to the glass,
And politely inquired if I had any Alsace.

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.

He took a big sip and went back to work
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”