(back label poem):
'St. Nicolas was napping at the corporate meeting
as the executives spoke of the next wine they'd be needing.
All this talk was a waste 'cause old Santa he knew
the Eola Hills gang and their winemaking crew.
Could these, "corporate suits" be any insaner?
A dessert Cabernet is just "no brainer".
And whos name should we put this classical wine?
"Why, Dasher's Dessert would really do fine!"