Santa's last run, she said....

SHE SAID:  On this joyous Christmas Eve, one of our Saint John Whisky Tasting Society member wrote the following poem that I would love to share.  Please note this is copyright protected so please be kind and if you post or use it, make sure you give him credit.  Thanks!

SANTA'S LAST RUN

BY:  DERYL FITZGERALD

IT WAS THE END OF THE EVENING ON SANTA'S LAST RUN

HE WAS FEELING QUITE THIRSTY AND LOOKING FOR FUN.

ONE LAST HOME TO VISIT, HE'D BEEN HERE BEFORE

HE BOUND DOWN THE CHIMNEY AND BOUNCED ONTO THE FLOOR.

TREE & SOCKS DONE THEN LOOKING AROUND FOR TREATS & SOME SCOTCH

HE OPENED THE CABINET TO FIND ALL OF HIS FAVORITES THERE AS A PRIZE.

THERE WAS PORT ELLEN, ARRAN, BALBLAIR AND EVEN CARDHU

SANTA SMILING, OF COURSE, KNEW JUST WHAT TO DO.

HE OPENED THE FIRST ONE AND TOOK A NICE BIG SWIG

IT SWEETLY BURNED AS HE SWALLOWED BUT NEARLY FLIPPED HIS WIG.

HE TOOK A SECOND, A THIRD AND THEN EVEN A FOURTH

AND FEELING QUITE MERRY OPENED A FEW MORE OF COURSE.

DOWN WENT SOME DALMORE, TALISKER AND THE CLYNELISH TOO

THEN CAME MACALLAN, SOME OBAN, ONE DRAM THEN TWO.

JUST A FEW MORE HE TIPPLED BUT THEN SUDDENLY REALIZED

IT WAS DARN NEAR MORNING AND HE MUST FINISH HIS RIDE.

SO GRABBING A BOTTLE OF KILCHOMAN AND TWISTING HIS NOSE

UP TO THE ROOF TOP THROUGH THE CHIMNEY HE ROSE.

HE STUMBLED HAPPILY TO HIS SLEIGH AND KISSED ALL THE DEER

AND ORDERED THEM HOMEWARD WITHOUT ANY FEAR.

AND OVER THE VALLEYS AND DOWN THROUGH THE GLENS

YOU COULD HEAR HIM HOLLER: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY SCOTCH DRINKING FRIENDS!!!!

Merry Christmas from THE LASSIE!