If you're of a mind to try a seasonal beer for the holidays, I've been pleased with Boulevard's Nutcracker Ale.
It pours a rich, dark copper color, with a creamy head and a bready aroma. The hops are up front, but - as one might expect from a "winter warmer" brew, there are some light fruity notes along with sweet malts and a mildly spicy finish. Stout, but smooth and drinkable, and, well... warming. Moderately carbonated, with good webbing on the glass all the way down.
I had one of these in the studio the other night, but got so wrapped up in my painting that, after a couple of pulls, I simply forgot about my beer for about a half hour (you know that something is up when I neglect a good beer). What's cool is that I found the beer still pretty darn good, even after letting it sit out and warm for a while.
I also caught myself sitting in front of my easel in my good new coat, which is bad. I ruined a pair of jeans last week this way. That kind of thing happens. I went into my studio just for a second to get something and my eye happened to catch some detail of a current painting that needed to be tweaked one way or another. Next thing I know, I'm swinging my coat sleeve perilously close to my pallet. Another time, one winter, I went out to start my car to let it warm up while I ducked into the studio for a few minutes and ended up leaving it running for most of an hour. This is more of what makes me think I could be diagnosed with A.D.D. if I ever cared that much to really find out for sure. As it is, I live with it, and it lives with me.
I don't generally drink while painting. It dulls the mind, somewhat... you can get slovenly without realizing it, which doesn't help. A beer or two is much more welcome after a long studio session, when my butt is sore and my back is stiff. Of course, there are those times when I'm actually painting pictures of beer or wine or good cheese... then I feel it my duty to give these raw materials a proper burial down my throat.
Waste is a sin.