Happy Holidays!

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through Dry Creek,
Not a creature was stirring, not a sound or a peep,
The barrels were topped, the wines aging well,
The wine cellar filled with an intoxicating smell,

The cellar rats were resting, all done for the year,
Waiting for Santa and his eight tiny reindeer,
While Mama and her team breathed a sigh of relief,
That 2020 was soon over, thank God and good grief!

Wine sales were done, the bills due and paid,
And managers rejoiced as their nerves felt less frayed,
Their teamwork impressive, their effort so great,
Despite all of the setbacks and pivots of late,

Now they could rest, put their feet up, kick back,
Enjoying time off and a long winter’s nap.
As they prepare for what’s next, in the coming New Year,
With a sigh of relief that no fires are near.

When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
That the neighbors all wondered what was the matter,
Was it Him, was it He, was it the Big man Himself?
Or was it just Dave Stare, our jolly old Elf?

Checking things out, making sure all was good,
That the lights were turned off, just as they should,
When out of the blue, up on the roof,
He heard scratching and pawing of each tiny hoof,

When suddenly what should appear down on land,
Than Santa himself, sanitizer in hand,
So tired was he, from delivering those toys,
To sweet little girls, and good little boys,

What he needed was clear, a chair to sit in,
No cookies or carrots, but a great glass of Zin,
He was lucky indeed, to have come to a place,
Where he could find such a treat, and slow down his fast pace,

So he pulled up a chair, and sat by the fire,
Took off his mask, lightened up his attire,
And toasted the world, in the dim evening’s light,
Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night!