Over on the book of Face, I’m in a few music-related groups. Of course I am. One of such is a Zach Bryan fan group. Someone over there made a joke image of Zach Bryan’s last album, re-imagined as a Christmas album cover. Someone else added some reworked song titles with a Christmas theme.

Zach likes to include “rotgut whiskey” in a fair of amount of his songs. My contribution to the thread was “Rotgut Eggnog”. Slightly humorous, brain, time to move along.

Nope, not how my brain works. I started some lyrics to continue the fun.

Rotgut eggnog, burning like a flame,
In his veins, it ran, like a twisted game.
Life’s affliction, in a festive disguise,
A Christmas spirit, with tear-filled eyes.

Rotgut eggnog, the devil in a cup,
Living a life, bottoms up.
Through the pain, and the bitter taste,
In this winter’s haze, he’s misplaced.

Okay, now I can move on with my life, right?

Nope.

Now, I’m wondering what a song about Santa being an alcoholic who’s life was ruined by egg nogg would look like.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Winter’s Embrace. Zach, if you need someone to sing some (very distant) backup vocals, or play the one blues riff they know on the harmonica, hit me up.

Winter’s Embrace

In a town where the snow falls thick,
A tale unfolds, a story so quick.
Lived a man, down on his luck,
Sippin’ on eggnog, he was stuck.

Rotgut eggnog, burning like a flame,
In his veins, it ran, like a twisted game.
Life’s affliction, in a festive disguise.
A Christmas spirit, with tear-filled eyes.

Rotgut eggnog, the devil in a cup,
Living a life, bottoms up.
Through the pain, and the bitter taste,
In this winter’s haze, he’s misplaced.

Lonely nights, by the fireplace,
Chasing demons in a holiday chase.
Rotgut eggnog, his only friend,
A twisted journey, with no end.

Rotgut eggnog, a toxic cheer,
Drowning sorrows, year after year.
Lost in a haze of holiday bliss,
A path to ruin, sealed with a kiss.

Rotgut eggnog, the devil in a cup,
Living a life, bottoms up.
Through the pain, and the bitter taste,
In this winter’s haze, he’s misplaced.

But deep within, a glimmer of light,
A chance to break free, from the endless night.
The warmth of love, a holiday song,
Breaking the chains, he’s been dragging along.

Through the snowfall, a redemption quest,
Rotgut eggnog, he puts to rest.
Found a purpose, in the holiday cheer,
A new beginning, wiping away the tear.

No more rotgut, no more despair,
In the winter’s chill, he breathes fresh air.
A toast to life, in a brighter hue,
No more eggnog, just a love that’s true.

Rotgut eggnog, left behind,
Embracing life, a new state of mind.
Through the pain, and the bitter taste,
In this winter’s embrace, a journey retraced.

Maybe now my brain will shut up.