Yard House - Night Before Christmas Poem by Tony Adams

'Twas the night before Christmas
And in the Yard House
A white bearded man poured
A tall Guiness Draught

His face was quite flushed
Hat cocked to the side
A jovial beast
As tall as he's wide

He wore white gloves
Red hat and black boots
A large buckled belt
And a red cotton suit

It must have been Santa
Pouring that Yard
He did it so quickly
Not a dropp on the bar

Then he sat quietly
And having no fear
He downed the whole yard
Without mussing his beard

All of this dashing
From house to house
Climbing down chimneys
Being quiet as a mouse
Billions of gifts, matching
Who's who, with what's what
Giving just the right gift
So that kids wouldn't fuss

He thought to himself
I'd almost given up
How would I survive Christmas
Without a yard of this stuff

Then with a twitch of his nose
And a wink of his eye
Santa vanished from the bar
And on his slay he arrived

On Dasher, On Dancer
On Prancer, On Vixen
Which reminded him of
The one he was missing

On Comet, On Cupid
On Donner, On Blitzin
And off the slay went
Filled with gifts for the children

Christmas was saved
And a crisis averted
By a bar with a Yard
That quenched Santa's thirst

So open your presents
And be filled with cheer
Have a very Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year