Twas the night before harvest, and all through the fields
Not a creature was stirring, who cares about yields
The ranch hands were sleeping, all sung in their beds
With visions of hard work, and more work ahead
When down on the road, there came such a clatter
Ricardo awoke to find, what was the matter….
What appeared in the light, of the moon all aglow
Was a tractor, a trailer, in the fields far below
As Ricardo got dressed, and ran out the door
He knew that the chase, could be a big chore
Down through the rows, and into the vines
Ricardo had rushed, and hoped there was time
To head off the pillage, to head off the crime…
But wait there was something, surreal and sublime
An uproar of laughter, with giggles and cheers
The lighting of bond fires, and dance far and near
For this is the party, that Crushpad has thrown
For Ricardo and helpers, and all they had grown
To the earth, to the vines, to the fruit they gave praises
To the great team at Crushpad, who should all get big raises
And to all the vineyards, who host the best fruit
To the place it all goes, to process the loot
The sorting, de-stemming, the cold soak and crush
To fermenting, to barrel, to racking and such
To the sampling and blending, then bottles we go…..
Into cases on pallets, then on with the show
To share this with others, we have come to this place
Where the wine will reveal, It’s lovely embrace.
Happy Holidays and A Merry Christmas to all...Ricardo
