Twas the night before the night before Christmas,And all thru the house was bar ley a sound,no sigh of a mouse,3 dogs and a cat ,no room for a rat,Mom's watchin TV with glee,Not like you and me, Dads in the cellar,a beer and wine feller,from carboy to bucket, wrong way but **** it,Peach ciders about ready, but my minds not so steady, yet no cause to be petty,On carboy, on bucket, on berry wine,This day started boring but ended just fine,Cleaning and messing each without care,Drink all you want, if you do dare ,Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night, I'll try again tomorrow, and
perhaps get it right.