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‘Twas the night before Christmas and down came the rain

And our long drive to Granny’s could well be a strain.

      Our new car was packed with some gifts of the best

      And we knew, with this journey, we wouldn’t be stressed.

 

The clock hands were pointing to quarter to five

And we thought we’d start early for our lengthy car drive.

     We were all sitting comfortably and Dad turned the key

      But our new car stayed silent - as silent could be.

 

Dad looked at the engine and felt quite perplexed:

'It’s as dead as a dodo,' - so what to do next?

       So we all piled outside and then somebody said:

       'I think we should go in our Morris instead.'

 

So we woke our old Morris and all climbed inside

And heads turn, you know, as we drive him with pride.

     We were warm and were cosy as we jogged off to Gran’s

      For an old Morris Minor never scuttles one’s plans.

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