Twas the night before Christmas and all through the brewhouse, not a person was drinking, no tap was pouring an ounce.
The glasses were all washed and stacked up with care, a faint smell of hops still lingeredin the air.
Two tired brewers mashed out one last grain bed, as visions of holiday festivities filled their heads.
Daniel in his t-shirt and Dale in his shorts, both cursing the warmth, hoping for cold winds from up north.
When on the brewhouse floor, there rose such a clatter! As an overflowing hot liquor tank caused water to splatter.
Away for a mop Dale flew like a flash, as Daniel turned off the water to prevent the splish-splash.
The two couldn’t help but sit back and laugh,… More