Ringing bells are a staple of Christmas cliches. The church bells ringing on Christmas morning herald Srcooge’s redemption. Shane Macgowan and Kirsty MacColl, after a night of drinking and fighting, note that “the Bells are ringing out/For Christmas Day”. And, as Zuzu pointed out, when the bells ring out for Christmas, an angel gets its wings.
The weird thing is that I do not remember ringing bells being a big part of my Christmas Mornings. I am sure that is due in part to growing up in the suburbs, with the nearest church being about a mile away, so even if the church rang the bells all morning, I would not have heard them. The only time I distinctly recall bells ringing on Christmas morning was the year I was in London for Christmas. I walked outside that morning, and the air was filled with the peals of church bells.
Bell’s Christmas Ale* pours a hazy ruby red with a nice head and good lacing. It has a mild honey like aroma, with some piney hops as well. The malts are plum like, with the bitterness of the hops in the aftertaste balancing that initial sweetness. Unlike many Christmas beers, there are no spicy flavors. It clocks in at only 5.5% ABV, so you can drink several of these while assembling your turducken. You are making a turducken, right? And doing it from scratch, none of this mail order or store bought crap, right? If you are, enjoy this fine beer, 7/10.
*HOLY CRAP! ANOTHER BRILLIANT TRANSITION! RINGING CHRISTMAS BELLS TO BELL’S CHRISTMAS ALE! I AM EN FUEGO!