12/20/2022
'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Sprecher soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of root beer danced through their heads
The sweet and creamy treat was their favorite of all
A Christmas delight that memories recalled
The aroma of root beer filled the air
As the kids began to dream without a care
In the morning they'd wrap their hands around a cold mug
And savor the taste of the root beer hug
They'd laugh, they'd smile and even shout
As the root beer poured all about
On Christmas, cherished traditions will be revived
As the kids awaited when root beer arrived
