I want to share a CLASSIC from NB forum, Legman wrote this in 2009. See the original, http://forum.northernbrewer.com/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=83092
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a beer was brewing, not even a Rauch.
The hops were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that Denny Conn soon would be there.
The brewers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Robust Porters danced in their heads.
And Bo_gator with his Stout, and I finishing my CAP,
Had just filled a pint glass of Winter Warmer straight from the tap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the barstool 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 of the newly-poured pint,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects insight.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Weazletoe dressed as a pirate, dry-humping my fake reindeer.
Stumbling from the bushes, with slurs from his thick tongue,
I knew in a moment it must be Denny Conn.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now MullerBrau! now, Boulderbrewer! now, Shadetree and Kaiser!
On, ColoradoBrewer! On, Capozzoli! on, on Humulus_guy and Vanwolfhausen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With a shopping cart full of kegs, and Denny Conn too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The stumbling and cussing of each drunken goof.
As I savored my pint’s frothy head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Denny Conn came with a bound.
He was dressed all in grey, except for red Chucks,
And his clothes were all beer stained and a chicken hat that clucked.
A bundle of grains he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an old hippy, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, he’s drank too much
Wheat beer flavored with cherry!
The drool on his mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stem of a goblet he held tight in his teeth,
And he wasn’t embarrassed to scratch somewhere beneath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly homebrewer,
And I laughed when I saw Beerider and BRANDON,
Fighting and throwing dog manure!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know Denny had nothing but liquid bread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then swaggered with a jerk.
And laying his goblet aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He staggered to his shopping cart, to his team gave a mumble,
And away they all flew, er...uh…more like stumbled.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Brewing to all, and tu zull a guperd mpmumpight!