Christmas comes but once a year. Poor Bastard. He must really want to come down some chimneys. Those reindeer must get riden hard I reckon. Can you imagine the backlog, the sheer dam build-up of Santajuice like the pent-up love of seamen. No, me either. But I have been making a list and checking it twice. And all I’d like for Christmas is a couple of beers served with love.