My feeble effort. Not even close to EP's original, but what the hell.....
Three cheers it's Christmas, sing hip-hip hooray,
Small shame there's but one chance for marshals to play,
When bikes and cars unite we're sure to feel gay,
So at Mallory we'll meet up on Boxing Day.
With bottles and shovels and flags and some brooms,
Getting dizzy inhaling the usual fumes
That's the cause of our shock so the clerk assumes.
But really it's bikers in Santa costumes.
So what does the new year have for us in store,
There's things that we'll love, and things we'll abhor,
The bridge and the priory, they'll be manned no more,
But welcome Snett 300 with corners galore.
So Christmas greetings to the friends we hold dear,
As the 20-10 conclusion draws ever so near,
So we'll raise our glasses and fill them with beer,
As to one and all we wish a happy new year.
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