‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through SWE..

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through SWE

Not a bottle was stirring, not even slightl-ee

The stockings were hung in the Collection with care,

In hopes that Santa soon would be there.


The bottles were nestled all snug on the shelf

While the Angels enjoyed their share to themselves

While Douglas the ghost, and Pete the cat

Had just snuggled on down for their long winter’s nap


When out on the Mile there arose such a clatter,

The whole experience awoke to see what was the matter

The bottles all flew to the window in a flash

However, taking their time, careful not to smash!


The moon in the sky shone down on the capital

Giving life to the city and making it look magical

When all of a sudden what in the distance should appear

But a miniature sleigh and eight wee reindeer


With a jolly auld driver, who deserved an applause,

The bottles had realised it’s only Santa Clause!

They clapped and cheered as the closer he came

they heard him shout and call them by name!


Now Highlands, now Lowlands, now Speyside and Islay,

now Campbeltown, now smokey, now sweet and vanilla!

To the top of The Scotch Whisky Experience, to the top of the mile,

Slàinte Mhath to you this Christmas, enjoy a dram with a smile!

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