Christmas, Day Six

…or On the Sixth Day of Christmas My True Love Gave to Me: a Brewery

Over at the Trailer Park

Lannie: Get yerself over here Sammy, and bring lots of beer nuts and chips. And maybe a pickled egg or two.

Lannie: I wonder why they call it a “still” when that hooch is running right through it real lively like.

Joodles: It’s not too early for a small glass of Arbor Mist is it?

Joodles: I used to think wine was bad for me so I gave up thinking.

Meanwhile over at Seaside Villa

Lancelot: Well this brew eclipses my former favorite drink. It’s so good it ought to have a name. I think I’ll call it “Still Kicking’.”

Lancelot: Maybe I’ll replace the chimenea with a couple of solar panels. Then I can make moonshine from sunshine. Heh, heh, I do crack myself up sometimes.

Judith: What time is it anyway?

Ruff: Should we do something?
Duff: Nah, let’s just leave out a large bowl of water and some headache pills and if things start to look grim we can fetch the old man  from his doghouse.

© Judy Parsons 2018


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