'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
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