Were there reason to be festive; throw,
A party be inclined,
As one to wind, their caution; though
Festive reason is to find
Reason enough to indulge en masse,
To party, and to dine,
To drink care free of worlds to pass
In fidelity to wine.
Such are we, both women and men,
Both loyal to the grape.
Our purpose clear in flirt we lend:
From sobriety – escape.
Lips grow loose in tender taste
Of nectar of the vine,
For endless drink bears time to waste
In fidelity to wine.
We company of indulgees
Intend to never vex,
For pleasure’s plenty in whom take seize
Of life, of love, of sex.
Seeking shared that whimsied bliss,
Upon all joy aligned.
Seek not pain of vie en triste;
Infidel is he to wine.
But since such bliss is ever fleeting,
And joy a fickle friend,
We indulge in vice in hopes of meeting
A bliss unto no end,
As escape finds reason, free from time,
A freedom we assign
The pursuit of we to fest sublime
In fidelity to wine.
And so, may we drink to find warmth in this season.
And so, may we drink to drink more for one reason:
For though we may drink to bliss that we please in
Our joy from the drink that flows with our ease in
Fidelity to wine.