Twas the night before Christmas & all through the brewery, not a creature was was stirring, except for the brewer, who was checking the slurry.
He washed the yeast samples & put them up to freeze before heading outside to smoke in the breeze.
He came back inside & thought it'd be fun to go sample the beer, starting with tank 1.
So he drew off a pint of pale ale in a jar, tasted & drank & thought "the best pale ale by far!"
So off to tank 2 he went with a grin, for this tank was a juniper ale that tasted like gin.
After a pint of this, and it was quite good, he thought he should go home, yes, he should.
But instead he went to check on tank 3, contained in this vessel was a batch of skeeter pee.
The lemony goodness, down his throat it did flow, giving his face a vigorous glow.
Then on to tank 4 he went at a trot, for this tank held porter and for that he was hot.
The sweet malty brew, down his gullet it flew, his head it was now a spinnin'.
He knew that he'd better get home pretty soon, cuz he was longing for his bedsheets of linen.
Just one more stop he said with a smile, as he wove on down the lane, to tank #5, it looked like a beehive, and contained chocolate stout, which he stirred with a candy cane.
He drew off a pint to finish his night, before going home this Christmas eve, and he set out a jug, from which Santa could tug, getting drunk, at his ease.
Off home he went, feeling a bit spent, trudging through ice & snow, to his nice warm house, a hot toddy or 2 and of course his loving SWMBO.
The rest of the night is a private affair, you naughty voyeurs online, go brew some beer, feed spent grain to the deer, Merry Christmas & have a great time!
Regards, GF.
