Twas a day prior to Christmas, when by all of a paddocks.
Not a engine was idling, not even a singular Cosworth “Lump” could be heard.
The garages were swept as well as tidied with care, In hopes which Roger Penske shortly would be there; The mechanics were nestled all cosy in their beds.While visions of Championship bonuses danced in their heads. (Not to discuss HULIO!)And “Princess” in her negligee, *or was which her float suit?) Along with Paul Tracy in his pile-up bucket, had usually staid down for a discerning assignation in a sack.
When out upon a grass there arose such a racket, ‘ol PT sprang from a bed to see what “TAG, Suitcase Servia, Whiney Bags as well as Bad Bobby D’ were groaning about.

Away to a window Tracy flew similar to a demon. Ran over a during a behind of markers as well as punted a Hamburgular transparent outta a way.

The fume from in between Sea Bass’s ears. Glistened similar to a fume signal, though a glow. When, what to PT’s erratic eyes should appear.But a Ferrari ENZO followed by an armed military craft of Prancing Horses in tow.
The ENZO was piloted by an ex-Formula 1 driver, still brutally quick.That Tracy knew in an present it contingency be Michael Schumacher.More fast than a grid full of Bridgestone swap “soft rubber tyre’ Formula 1 framework in “Qualie Two” light fuel armoured column mode. The 7 times World Champion whistled as well as jeered, as well as called them by name;

Now, Mika now, Coulthard! Now, Rubinoe as well as Ralfanso!
On, Heinz-Harald! On Villeneuve! On Damion as well as Irvine!

To a front of a grid! To a conduct of a pack.
Now bake rubber, bake rubber baby, bake rubber quick!

As tyre marks which leave meaningful black streaks behind. While Mr. Schumacher leaves an additional aspirant distant behind!

So up to a roof-top a Prancing Horses flew. With case loads of presents as well as Schuey too. And then, came a banshee yell of a ENZO, tall atop a roof.

The revving as well as watchful of any assorted Ferrari. As PT burnished his hands. Down a funnel Schuey forlornly came. He was ready to go all in Scuderia Red, from his conduct to his foot.And his Nomex driver’s fit was all tarnished with stays as well as soot; an collection of winning trophies, he’d pressed in to his during a behind of pack.

His eyes — how they twinkled! His flushed cheeks, how they glowed.
His hair as regularly was perfect, his jaw line similar to a chisel! His lips clenched in a mischievous smirk. As a grin was suggestive of a Cheshire cat;

The stays of a Cuban cigar hung limply from his teeth. As clouds of Smoke shut in his conduct similar to a wreath;
He had a sneer during face as well as washboard abs. which still showed his childish physique when he laughed during a doubtful PT. He was clever as well as fit as an ox, a gratifying as well as ridicule elf; Thus Tracy could usually giggle when he appeared
A blink of his eye as well as a turn of his head. Soon gave PT zero to fear. As Schuey spoke nary a word, though went true to his work. Filling all of a stockings with assorted racing trinkets. (Such as a 2002 Borg Warner Cup, a latest 3 year stipulate sealed by P.L. Newman & Carl Haas along with a little of a Hamburgular’s tip winning sauce…)

Before Messer Chrome Horn could clean divided his astonishment, a important German incited Quickly, laying his finger in reserve of his nose. And giving a nod, up a funnel he rose; He sprang to his watchful ENZO, as well as to his watchful minions gave a whistle. And a screeching of tortured Ferrari lumps could be listened as they detonate divided similar to space station ships! But ‘ol PT listened him exclaim, as he power-slided out of sight;
“Happy Holidays to all, as well as to all a good-night.”

Merry Christmas
Tomaso

(Written by Tomaso – December, 2007)