Twas the night before Christmas (Land Rover version)
From: Russell Burns (burns@cisco.com)

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the land.
not a rover was leaking, not even a series one oil pan.
The rovers were all snug and warm in the garage,
with visions of winches and romps through the mud.
Mama in her nighty, and I in my rover cap had just
sat on the couch for a camel trophy recap.
When out on the garage there rose such a rattle
I swore that my D-90 must have shorted out in battle.
I rose from the couch in a rather quick fashion,
and rushed to the garage to see what had happened.
I threw open the door, turned on the light and to my great
surprise, everything was all right.
Then out on the drive I heard a man grumbling, something
about sir Lucas and his great mental fumbling.
As I peered out my window much to my surprise was jolly
Saint Nick in an old green 109.
The fenders were tattered, the bumper askew, the tires were
smoking and letting off fumes, the hood was propped open,
 and tools askew as Jolly old Saint Nick quickly disappeared from my view.
The light lights came on dimly, with the left one on first and
jolly old Saint Nick let out another curse. The grounds, he was
muttering as he came back in sight, a few whacks with a jack and
bye gosh there was light. He gather his tools and slammed down the
old hood, jumped into the rover and started to move.
The diesel was clanking ,the smoke was a sight, as the old 109
slowly disappeared from my sight. I watched the lights blink, heard
a cuss in the night "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night,
Sir Lucas you A&^hole why  can't you do anything right....."