'Twas the day before Christmas
When in front of the house
Up rolled my Bentley
As silent as a mouse.

For months it had languised
In the shop down the road,
Consuming my cash,
Like wine it had flow'd

Into steering and brakes,
And carburetters, too
Repairing all parts,
The tyres brand new.

The mechanics they'd swear,
Their wrenches they'd clatter,
The bill was sky-high
But what did it matter?

For there in the drive
For all to see
Santa had parked
My old Bentley.

I dashed out the door-
Behind the wheel I lept
I adjusted some levers
(At which I'm adept)

And pushing the starter
It purred into life
Then I opened the door
And let in my wife.

Selecting each gear
With infinite care
We rolled down the highway
A happy old pair

And as friends we'd pass
Out the windows we'd shout
MERRY CHIRSTMAS TO ALL!
And without a doubt

Though my Bentley's now parked
and it's chilly outside
I wish for all X-Marks
A Happy Christmastide!