‘Twas the night before Christmas and all the the front page, not a creature was stirring; not even Billy Hais(ley).
Torch and Demuro were all snug in their beds; while visions of quirks and features danced in their heads.
The Mini on a jack and I halfway in the air, had just settled down for a long winters repair.
When out In the driveway rose such a clatter, I sprang from the engine bay to see what was the matter!
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow Gave a luster of mid day on the car-parts below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a Miura ties up to eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver that looked like a scone, I knew in a moment it must be Bernie Ecclestone. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
Now Lewis! Now Seb! Now Esteban Ocon! On, Daniel! On, Massa! Do jostle for position! To the top of turn one! Down to turn two! Now they zoom away! Zoom away! Zoom away all! (It helps if you read this paragraph like your David Croft)
And laying a finger on the side of his nose, then all of a sudden, down the backstretch they rose
But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight, “Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight”
Merry Christmas everyone