T'was The Night Before Christmas, When All Through Pit LaneThere Were No Milk And Cookies, Just Bottles Of Champagne The Stockings Were Hung, By The Podium With CareHoping Newey's Designs Soon Would Be There Bernie Was Sleeping, Safe And Sound In His Bed As Recent Courtroom Proceedings, Bounced Around In His Head  Jean Todt In His Onesie, Was Checking His ListAs He Made Plans To Rule With A Soft Iron Fist? When From The Paddock, Arose Something Quite SmellySebastian Vettel Did Donuts, With Tyres From Pirelli Away To The Pits, We Flew Like A FlashWe Heard Something Resembling, A Very Loud Crash  With The Light Of The Moon, It All Became Clear Kimi Found Ice Cream, Then Dropped All...
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