Until we get a few questions about whether or not we are living in a legitimate apartment straightened out, my contact with the Internet is limited to brief, furtive trysts here at the cafe. (Welcome to Brooklyn.) But I fear to let more time go by without officially declaring the beer of the month. Behold Santa's Private Reserve from Rogue Ales. Because, as Sean would say, "The elves are drunks." They say they make it with "free range coastal water," and the sound of that would skeev me the fuck out except that the beer is so hearty and spry (like Saint Nick, y'know) that it has just got to be some good water.