Max and Paul sit at the table, a beer in front of each.
Paul raises his glass and gives it a critical examination: Nope, sorry. That piece of gingerbread in my beer does not enhance the winter mood either.
Max: But at least it doesn't scratch like the fir twigs when you swallow.
Paul: I still say those should have gone in the secondary fermenter only. Just like the ribbons, tinsel, and baubles.
Max: Baubles! That's it! We just use the wrong glassware! We need to drink this stuff from broken baubles! No wonder it doesn't taste right!
Paul: Whatever. Next time we brew a winter beer, we won't rely on your creativity. We'll just look up some recipe.