‘twas the night before Sherry Christmas…

A Visit from Saint Vincent

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and there was no doubt

We were thirsting for wine, but the cellar’d run out.

The Champagne’d been drunk and we had no Prosecco,

No Cava, no Korbel, not brut, dry, or seco.

The guests were now restless, all milling about,

Sipping sticky sweet egg nog in this sparkling drought;

The feeling so desperate that we eyed a decanter,

Of crystal, and bourbon(!), which wasn’t the answer.

When out in the drive screeched the brakes of a truck,

It was the Merchants of Thirst, what fortune! What luck!

We dashed out for their sleigh, unloading Champagne and Sherry,

Our Christmas was saved, pull corks, and be Merry.

With the cellar re-stocked, the truck pulled out of view,

Inside, laughter echoed, joyous friendship ensued.

Now at the piano, our host slumped to his right,

“Sherry Christmas to all,” now slurring, “Good night!”

"And the angel said to them, 'Fear not, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy...'"

Wishing you all another very Sherry Christmas and a Thirsty New Year!!!

~ from all of us, Merchants of Thirst