‘Twas Two Nights Before Christmas
‘Twas two nights before Christmas, and I realized with shame
I’d forgotten to Hop Press; (it starts with my name).
The other gang members were writing with vim,
In hopes that St Arnold would recognize them.
The hopheads were nestled all snug in their beds,
With visions of simcoe and cascade still in their heads.
And RateBeer dot com was filled [...]
