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By which I mean we’re splitting a glass of Great Lakes Christmas Ale. We already had one, and are half shitfaced (okay, I had a Yuengling too).

OMG, it’s like Santa vommed holiday magic into my mouth. Never heard of it? It’s entirely possible it never makes it to where you are, because the people in the immediate region drink it all (I’ve been known to buy three cases, one for my sister, two for me). I’ve heard it said the entire city of Cleveland is drunk upon it’s yearly release (sorry, I’ve been reading Dickens again). The only wretched thing about this beer is it’s limited availability. Everything else is pure cinnamon bliss.