"Oof.... a happy holiday to all," he sat down with his keg next to him, "While I am by no means 'Santa', it does not mean I don't have /gifts/."
He drunkenly patted his crotch and smirked.
"Urgh..." Brewmaster staggered around a bit. The monk was drunk as usual, however...
"Maaaybe a bit much of that ingredient..." his vision was somewhat fuzzy, "made the brew more potent..."
Brewmaster appeared wearing a red suit with white trim and lining along the edges. It wasn't fully closed, the collar bone and some of his chest were visible. He had pants, belt, and a Santa hat to match.
"Uh... ho ho ho, and stuff."