That poem's per genius!!! Merry Christmas to all and everyone relax, don't worry and have a home brew... I know I will!

Merry Christmas to all of the BN Family and thier families..

Thanks SCalBrewer, I was feeling all warm and cheery, with the kids all running around and stuff, laughing playing and cute as can be. My lovely wife beside me, the warmth of family and friends... it almost brought a tear to my eye.

Then I say your post and it brought me back to reality, that was a close one. I love you guys!!! Now where's that wife of mine....

Happy holidays,
TimCA

Digging up christmas past

'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,
'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."



When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,
'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.
'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,
'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,
'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,
'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,
'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,
'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,'Twas the night before Festivus, when all through the Rat Pad

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Chad;

The Asshats were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that the hookers soon would be there;

The Brewcasters were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of Brew Sculptures danced in their heads;

And Shat in his 'kerchief, and J in his cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast like HotRod's Avitar

Gave the lustre of Gold Medals seen from afar,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant scooter, and the dogs cowering in fear,

With a big harry silhouette, crashed in a ditch,

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."

I knew in a moment it must be Crazy Bitch.

It sprang to it’s scooter, to Shat it gave a whistle,

And away it rode like the down of a thistle.

But I heard it exclaim, as it rode out of view,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all…. I love you."

I was caught in a time warp for a minute or two.

OK so I'll admit. I don't post too often but I do enjoy the work you guys put here.
Great job on the poems.
So with that ...Have yourselves a Merry Christmas.
Oh by the way I saw this link
http://manofest.com/Content/the-20-worst-christmas-cards-of-all-time.html.
If you look at the first one with the cat. I got to wondering if JP sends out that type of card.

Merry Christmas to all! Being ahead of the curve (Santa gets to New Zealand first) I've already unwrapped my packages - a Yeast book, BN t-shirt & hop grenade polo amongst them. I'm a happy brewer.

Hope you all have a great day.

M

I think there was a mistake. Santa was supposed to drop that stuff off at my house. I'll PM you the address so you can send it to me.

Merry Christmas everyone!