All was quiet as night set in over the Autodrome. The pits were still, motors silent for the evening as mechanics watched over their machines and the circuit grew still after a deafening day of testing and timing, engines snarling, drew to an end. Weary reporters and track officials readied to go home when a strange bright light drew them to the woods nestled by the turn at the end of the pit straight which leads onto the back shute and into the village.Spectators and drivers, villagers and visitors, mechanics and flagmen alike came close to the small shed in the peaceful woods. What they saw was wondeous for a family had bedded there for the night, the rooms in the village all taken for the day of the race. A gentle glow filled the air and the Spirit of Christmas filled their hearts.
Merry Christmas to all!
Good day, eh!