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Jingle Bells, Miami smells
Harrington laid an egg
Taylor Says, "what the Hell?"
We let Drew Brees get away.
I'M DREAMING OF A GREEN CHRISTMAS
1st Verse:
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
When we're down south of Or-lan-do
Where the Dolphins miss them,
And children listen
To hear, how they really blow
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every playoff hope we dream
May all our DEF shots be clean
And may all your Christmases be green
2nd Verse:
I'm creaming for a green Christmas
A blowout seen throughout the land
Where the Phins fans shout out
As they get blown out
With Jets playoffs near at hand
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every pass from Chadwick's arm
May his throws all keep us from harm
And may all the critics be darned
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go;
Take a look on the TV set, maybe you'll even bet
On Monday's game, it's not much of a spread...
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Dolphins hardly score,
But the prettiest sight you'll see are the touchdowns that will be
On their own front door... on their own front door.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Down in Dolphins town;
Harrington goes to hell, as Jonathan rings his bell,
While Taylor winds up looking like a clown...
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Jets will blow them out,
And the thing that makes you glad is when Saban gets real mad
And when Ja-son pouts... it's when Ja-son pouts.
Twas the evening of Christmas and all thru the house
Every creature was stirring, even my lazy spouse.
Jets ball caps were hung by the big screen with care
Because playoff hopes are heavy in the air.
The fans were all nestled all snug in their seats
While Miami fans thought they couldn't be beat.
And me in my white pants, green jersey and hat
Had just settled down with a beer and a snack.
When out on the airwaves, there arose such a clatter
I jumped from my recliner and screamed "What's the matter?"
Away to the TV I flew like a flash,
Turned on the remote and I got out my stash.
The moon on the breast of the TV's red glow
Gave the lustre of playoffs to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a gunslinging QB, and some linemen so dear,
With a passing attack he did lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it can't be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his passes they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Mangold! Now, Fergie! Now Houston let's mix 'em!
On, Leon! On Jericho! Oh man, they're a-Blitzen!
To the top of the 20! To the Red Zone go all!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves before a Miami hurricane do fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the uprights, the passes they flew,
With a bag full of tricks that ole Schottenheimer drew.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the air
Fans prancing and dancing, like "devil may care."
As I swung in my chair, and was turning around,
It was old number 10 who was not on the ground!
He was dressed all in green, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were not tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of plays he had tucked up his sleeve,
And he looked like a QB with a real pet peeve!
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his haircut, whatever... it didn't matter now;
The playcalls were a-coming, from out through his teeth,
And the blitzes they circled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
And his passes were soft, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was leading and charging, a right jolly elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
And with no interceptions, 'twas nothing to dread!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And took the snap quick and then turned with a jerk,
And he layed the ball inside of Houston's sure hands,
It was one more great touchdown to spoil the Phins plans!
Then he sprang to the tunnel, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he ran out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to Jets fans, and to all a good-night!"
:sidelol::D:sidelol::D:sidelol::D
Harrington laid an egg
Taylor Says, "what the Hell?"
We let Drew Brees get away.
I'M DREAMING OF A GREEN CHRISTMAS
1st Verse:
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
When we're down south of Or-lan-do
Where the Dolphins miss them,
And children listen
To hear, how they really blow
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every playoff hope we dream
May all our DEF shots be clean
And may all your Christmases be green
2nd Verse:
I'm creaming for a green Christmas
A blowout seen throughout the land
Where the Phins fans shout out
As they get blown out
With Jets playoffs near at hand
I'm dreaming of a green Christmas
With every pass from Chadwick's arm
May his throws all keep us from harm
And may all the critics be darned
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go;
Take a look on the TV set, maybe you'll even bet
On Monday's game, it's not much of a spread...
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Dolphins hardly score,
But the prettiest sight you'll see are the touchdowns that will be
On their own front door... on their own front door.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Down in Dolphins town;
Harrington goes to hell, as Jonathan rings his bell,
While Taylor winds up looking like a clown...
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas,
Jets will blow them out,
And the thing that makes you glad is when Saban gets real mad
And when Ja-son pouts... it's when Ja-son pouts.
Twas the evening of Christmas and all thru the house
Every creature was stirring, even my lazy spouse.
Jets ball caps were hung by the big screen with care
Because playoff hopes are heavy in the air.
The fans were all nestled all snug in their seats
While Miami fans thought they couldn't be beat.
And me in my white pants, green jersey and hat
Had just settled down with a beer and a snack.
When out on the airwaves, there arose such a clatter
I jumped from my recliner and screamed "What's the matter?"
Away to the TV I flew like a flash,
Turned on the remote and I got out my stash.
The moon on the breast of the TV's red glow
Gave the lustre of playoffs to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a gunslinging QB, and some linemen so dear,
With a passing attack he did lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it can't be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his passes they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Mangold! Now, Fergie! Now Houston let's mix 'em!
On, Leon! On Jericho! Oh man, they're a-Blitzen!
To the top of the 20! To the Red Zone go all!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves before a Miami hurricane do fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the uprights, the passes they flew,
With a bag full of tricks that ole Schottenheimer drew.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the air
Fans prancing and dancing, like "devil may care."
As I swung in my chair, and was turning around,
It was old number 10 who was not on the ground!
He was dressed all in green, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were not tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of plays he had tucked up his sleeve,
And he looked like a QB with a real pet peeve!
His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And his haircut, whatever... it didn't matter now;
The playcalls were a-coming, from out through his teeth,
And the blitzes they circled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
And his passes were soft, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was leading and charging, a right jolly elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
And with no interceptions, 'twas nothing to dread!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And took the snap quick and then turned with a jerk,
And he layed the ball inside of Houston's sure hands,
It was one more great touchdown to spoil the Phins plans!
Then he sprang to the tunnel, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he ran out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to Jets fans, and to all a good-night!"
:sidelol::D:sidelol::D:sidelol::D
