Naughty or Nice? Reduxed

Remember Santa Claus is watching Antoinette,

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a drop of wine present, no way to get soused;
The stockings were empty, the Christmas tree bare,
In need of St. Nicholas to slake my despair;
The children were sleeping, a free night ahead;
No visions of sugar-plums, just more wine instead;
With momma in her onesie, and room enough for Pap,
We'd settled our brains, wink ;), no need for a nap!
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
And what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight cases of cheer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
My night had been rescued, there was wine on the way,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Here's Cab Franc! And Malbec! And Pinot are you listening!
More Cab Sauv! And Champagne! Now time to get Blitzen!"
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Ain't got no time for that, just leave it in the hall!

So up to the doorstep, the reindeer they drew
With the sleigh full of wine, and munchies for two;
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his boot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with wine stains and soot;
Eight cases of wine he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes, how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
No doubt he'd been sampling, the wine he been ferrying! 
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Uncorking the bottles, icing down the Gewürz!
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
Wink wink and a nod, out the front door he goes;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a Max Scherzer missile.
And I heard him exclaim, as he flew out of sight
"Christmas wouldn't be Christmas, without onesies and wine flights!"

Merry Christmas