'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the store,
People were quickly going in and out the door.
The wine was placed on the shelves with care,
in hopes that a bare space soon would be there.  The customers were looking at varietals of reds,
While visions of tenderloin danced in their heads.
With Katie at the register and me selling on the floor,
We are set to help, with parties galore. When near the Fireball I heard a loud noise,
I hurried to see it was just college boys. The phone just keeps ringing, people want to know,
Will we still be open if it begins to snow? Of course we are here,
The driver just arrived with a fresh load of beer!
The Blue Moon before the Rolling Rock came
The cases he unloaded as he called them by name.
Now, Shiner! Now Samplers!
Now Fulton and Crispin!
On Coors! On Corona!
On Darkness and Guinness
He put it all away in under a minute.
He drove away, drove away at the end of his day. And then, in a twinkling I went to the aisle,
To make sure everyone would leave with a smile!
Hey! You with the frown, buy a bottle of Crown!
Malt or Rye will make time with the in laws fly by! Yes indeed, that Bacardi makes a fruit cake heartier!
Buy a case and you'll be the life of the party. Drinking gin is no sin, we are glad you stopped in!
Yes mam, Zinfandel will go well
And folk sure do love the merlot don't ya know. The bag boy spoke not a word; he went straight to his work.
He filled all the bags and even smiled at the jerk.
He loaded a Chevy with boxes that were heavy. We closed out the register and gave a big sigh
The end of this busy day was drawing nigh. My poem has turned into a bit of a fright,
So I'll say
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Cathy Pletta
Kasson Liquor
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