A Ginger Shots Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except mom with her Ginger Shots tea;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Ginger Shots danced in their heads;
And mama with her Lemon Ginger Shots tea, and I with my Pomegranate Ginger Shot Smoothie,
Had just settled down for a healthy winter’s snack,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

“Now, DASHER! Now, DANCER! Now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! On CUPID! On, DONNER and BLITZEN!
Ginger Shots are All-Natural! Ginger Shots are Organic!
Onto a healthier life! A happier life! Ginger Shots for all!”

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He filled all the stockings with Ginger Shots; and turned with a jerk,
Then finishing his own Apple Ginger Shot,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!