A poem for those who purchased gifts last year.
Ã¢â‚¬ËœTwas last year around Christmas, when you stopped out store.
WeÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve got new gifts this year, so stop by and by more
Ã¢â‚¬Å“But my money,Ã¢â‚¬Â you say, Ã¢â‚¬Å“On one hand I can count.
I canÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t afford a gift, not without a discount!Ã¢â‚¬Â
And then in a twinkling, what should appear?
But Boozin Bob, drunk, and drinking a beer
Through bushes and shrubs he stumbles about.
He trips and he falls then he lets out a shout.
Ã¢â‚¬Å“On Captain, on Crown, on Corona and Guinness,
On Miller, on Molson, on Makers and Killians!Ã¢â‚¬Â
His crossed eyes Ã¢â‚¬â€œ how they twinkled! His slurring Ã¢â‚¬â€œ how merry!
He shouted once more as far as his voice could carry,
Ã¢â‚¬Å“To customers of old! To friends of yesteryear!
Happy Holidays, hereÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s a discount from your friends at Boozin Gear!Ã¢â‚¬Â
Check your emails, old friends, for a discount on gifts this year!