Originally Posted by Disco Mike

I got this 2 years ago, misplaced it and just found it in time fore this year.
This is for all of you and your families, Rovers included.


T’was the night before Christmas and all through the land not
a Rover was leaking, not even a series oil pan.
The Rovers were snug and all warm in their beds with
visions of slickrock and mud in their heads.

Mom in her nighty, me in my Solihull cap
had just sat on the couch for a Camel Trophy recap.
When out in the shop there rose such a rattle
I swore my D-90 had just lost a big battle.

I rose from the couch in a rather quick fashion
Then rushed to the scene to see just what had happened.
I threw open the doors and turned on the lights
to my 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 and much to my surprise,
I saw Jolly Saint Nick and an old 109.

The fenders were all tattered, the bumpers all twisted,
the tires, they were smoking and to one side it listed.
The bonnet propped open, and his tools all askew,
then Jolly Saint Nick quickly moved out of view.

Then the lights came on dimly, with the left one on first,
then Jolly Saint Nick let out a foul curse.
“Damn grounds”, he was muttering as he came into sight,
a few whacks with a jack and by gosh there was light.

He gathered his tools and slammed down the bonnet,
jumped into his Rover and really got on it.
The diesel was klanking, the smoke was a sight,
as the old 109 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 bone head, can’t you do anything right”
Merry Christmas to all !!