'Twas the Night before Cocktailmas

'Twas the night before Cocktailmas, and all through the house;

Not a cocktail was mixed not even an ounce;

The bottles were placed by the chimney with care

In hopes that St. Cocktailmas soon would be there,

 

The kiddos were nestled all snug in their beds

While visions of presents danced in their heads;

Ma in her PJs and I in my cap,

Had just settled in for a sober winter's nightcap,

 

When down in the den arose such a clatter,

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

Away to the stairs I flew in a flash

Throwing on my robe and combing out my stash

 

When, what to my eyes should appear,

But a tipsy old man, drunk, smiling from ear to ear

 

With glee in his laugh so lively with class

I knew in that moment it must be St. Cocktailmas

 

He spoke not words but went straight to his work.

Mixing, testing, tasting, till he turned with a jerk

Extending his hand in front of his face

He gave me a thumbs up and skedaddled my place

 

Stumbling to his sleigh, to his team he gave cheer

And away they flew, far from near

 

But I heard him exclaim, as he rode out of sight,

HAPPY COCKTAILMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL, CHEERS TO THE NIGHT!!!

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Clifford Couvillon

Leisuremann's, 111 Aberdeen Drive, Lafayette, LA, 70508