'Twas the night before Solar F1 Christmas 2021, when

all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse;

The headsets were hung by the computers with care,

In hopes that the Discord server would soon be on air;

The pugs were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of dog treats danced in their heads;

My wife in her blanket, and me in my cap,

Had just settled down to binge watch Netflix movies, back to back;

When out in the kitchen there arose such a clatter,

My wife sprang up to see what the hell was the matter;

She ran down the hallway as quick as the Flash, and into the kitchen knocking over the trash;

The light from the refrigerator on the newly moped floor,

Gave the lustre of mid-day as it shown from the door;

When what to her wondering eyes should appear,

But Lantern with some snacks and a six pack of beer;

This formula 1 game, so lively and quick;

She knew in a moment it must be that Prick;

More rapid than eagles his log in it came;

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

Now, Leto!, Now, Sytes! Now, Undercut West! Now, Abib!

On, Sderoos! On, Necrosky! On, Dashea! On, Roebar who joins the party!

To the top of the podium! To the top of the championship!

Now hit the gas! Hit the gas! HIT THAT GASPEDAL!"

As dry leaves that before the little bird fly,

When they meet with at the circuit, the sun in the sky,

So up to the circuit top the drivers flew;

With the racing car full of fuel, and Necrosky too.

And then, with a thud, I heard on the roof;

Leto's car has landed, and blown up everyone but two.

As Lantern pulled up in his car, and was turning around,

Down from the apex  Necrosky came, in with a bound;

He was dressed all in camo from his head to his shoes,

And his clothes were all filthy and he smelled like cheap booze;

A bundle of extra front wings he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a drunkard trying so hard to open his sack;

His eyes were all bloodshot! And his legs were all hairy!

His butt cheeks were like roses, and he danced like a fairy;

His hands were all drawn up like a bow,

And the thong in his ass crack was as white as the snow;

A radiomessage from Jeff he held tight in his teeth,

And the message from Jeff circled his around his head like a wreath;

He had a face like a bulldog that was all painted green;

And whenever he crashes he always makes a big scene;

He was butt freaking ugly, and short like a beaver;

And I understand his wife can’t stand the sight of him either;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

was all the warning we had before all the burning rubber began;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to do his work;

Pushing everyone off the track, to crash himself like a jerk,

Laying his throphies side by side, like a wussy;

He even called Masi , and Dashea the big pussy.

He jumped in a golfcar with Abib on sitting  shotgun,

Only to ride over squashing Undercut’s man bun;

Then he stole Sytes fuel tank, the guy drove off in a fit,

Plowing through his racing friends, like he was running over shit.

But I heard him exclaim, as he went over a cliff and out of sight;

MERRY XMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!