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‘Twas the wine before Christmas, when
all through the cellar 
Some bottles looked good, with none looking stellar. 
The glasses were hung by the wine rack with care, 
In hopes that someone brought a bottle to share. 
 
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, 
While visions of tannins now danced in our heads. 
And ma with her Viognier, and I with my Cab, 
Had just swirled our glasses and started to gab. 
 
When at the front door we heard a loud noise, 
We knew it could only be Steve and the boys. 
Away to the door I ran with a start, 
Then my heart sunk, for his bag said Wal-Mart. 
 
Then from the back of the crowd of our guests 
I saw little Sally push her way through the rest. 
Then what sight should my wondering eyes see, 
But a well aged Brunelo, from old Italy. 
 
With a vigorous hug, a truly lively embrace, 
I thanked her profusely, tears covering my face. 
My friends all looked worried by my holiday fail, 
But we'd all just been saved from drinking Yellowtail.

Here's wishing all of you the very merriest of Christmases, and a happy New Year!  Drink something good for the holidays.