Twas the night before Christmas when I went on a bender, Not a creature was stirring, not even a bartender. The empties were stacked by the chimney just fine, In hopes that St. Nick would fill them with wine.
With Mama in her kerchief and I with my booze, We'd just settled down for a long winter's snooze. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I put down my drink to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I crawled and then stumbled To open the shutters where I stood and just mumbled. Then what to my bloodshot eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
I thought it was DT's and needed help quick! I didn't know that it was only St. Nick. I poured myself another as the reindeer came While he shouted and called them each by name:
"Now Barfly! Now Wino! Now Boozer and Rummy! On Drunkard! On Alky! On Dipso and Dummy!" So up to the housetop St. Nicholas flew While I pulled the pop-top on another brew.
I trembled with fear when I heard a new sound - Down the chimney came St. Nick with a bound. His cheeks were like roses, he grinned like a possum, His eyes, how they twinkled, his nose had rum-blossoms!
I offered him a drink, to step up to the bar, "Not today," he said, "I am now so-ber." He had a clear face and a little beer belly, That shook when he laughed like a bowl full of jelly.
This was too much, it increased my thirst. "Hold it!" said St. Nick, "First things first. You don't have to drink, easy does it, Now that wasn't too hard, was it?"
He reached in his sack and with a great fuss He gave me the book "Alcoholics Anonymous". "Read this 'Big Book' for a life sublime, Follow the principles one day at a time.
"This is the best present I can give, Twelve steps - a completely new way to live. The AA program keeps me sober, it's true." Then giving a nod, up the chimney he flew.
Then I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, "You now have a choice, starting tonight. So Merry Christmas to all and to all Season's Greetings, Don't pick up that first drink, and go to AA meetings!"
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Thanks for this, Phil. I've printed it off to put inside a 1st ed of the Big Book for Carl. I've had a look through it & couldn't see that the Recovery & Program sections were any much different but I think the stories definately are so sshhh I think he'll enjoy that :) He's reading Bill W's biography 'Pass It On' at the moment. I'm sure he won't spy here so won't find out lol I hope everyone's enjoying their Godgiven manageability & readying up for this special time. I'm quite surprised how organised I've been though the cost has still arisen but I'd saved for that. Ace being Sober, isn't it! Recovery Love, Danielle x
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