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!