BALTIMORE BEER GUY

The latest festive event happening at Ellicott City's T-Bonz will be a boon for the collectible glassware hounds.

Every evening from November 29th through December 23rd will feature glassware from selected breweries along with occasional visits from brewery representatives.

If your beer glassware collection feels a little light, this is your moment.

The schedule is as follows:

Tuesday November 29^th : Black Diamond

Wednesday November 30^th: Old Dominion

Thursday December 1^st : Great Divide

Friday December 2^nd: Leinenkugel

Saturday December 3^rd: Goose Island

Sunday December 4^th: Stoudts

Monday December 5^th: Bitburger

Tuesday December 6^th: Harpoon

Wednesday December 7^th: Allagash

Thursday December 8^th: Olivers

Friday December 9^th: New Belgium

Saturday December 10^th: Flying Dog

Sunday December 11^th: DuClaw

Monday December 12^th: Long Trail

Tuesday December 13^th: Yards

Wednesday December 14^th: 21^st Amendment

Thursday December 15^th: Heavy Seas

Friday December 16^th: eVolution

Saturday December 17^th: Belgian Beers

Sunday December 18^th: Tommy Knocker

Monday December 19^th: Breckenridge

Tuesday December 20^th: South Hampton

Wednesday December 21^st: Troegs

Thursday December 22^nd: Kona

Friday December 23^rd: Otter Creek

So swing on down and talk Lampoon's Christmas Vacation with fellow beer drinkers and bar manager Chris Mabe. He's already into the spirit and penned this adaptation of The Night Before Christmas, aka The Pint Night Before Christmas, to celebrate ...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the bar

Not a creature was stirring, not even a car;

The pint glasses were stocked by the bar with care,

In hopes that St. Chris soon would be there;

The beer geeks were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of hops danced in their heads;

And Devo in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the cooler I flew like a flash,

Tore open the doors and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a giant walk-in, and 40 taps,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Chris.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Troegs! now, Yards! now, Stoudts and Long Trail!

On, Olivers! on Flying Dog ! on, Heavy Seas and eVolution!

With the cooler full of beers, and St. Chris too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the basement

The clinking and clanking of each little sankey.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

up the stairs St. Chris came with a bound.

He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with suds and soot;

A bundle of taps he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how glazed! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

He had a broad face and a little round belly,

That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a just like mad elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the menus; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the stairs he rose;

He sprang to his bar, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he poured the beer right,

"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."