My Favorite Holiday Songs THIS Time of Year

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"Deck the Halls of Schembechler Shall We" falalalala lala la la.

 

"Oh There's No Place Like HOME for the Holidays"

 

"Urban got Run Over by the Wing Veer"

 

"All I Want for Christmas is YOU"

 

"It's Beginning to Look a LOT Like Christmas"

 

"Santa Clara is Coming To Town"

 

 

Please Feel free to add your favorite holiday songs.

 

BeantownBlue

December 16th, 2014 at 3:37 PM ^

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Away in a Manger

Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer

Blue Christmas

All I Want for Christmas is You

Up on the Housetop

Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer

Happy Christmas (War is Over)

Muttley

December 16th, 2014 at 3:52 PM ^

I Saw Hackett Kissing Harbaugh

Here Comes Jimmy H

Jimmy Bells (, Jimmy Bells, Jimmy All the Way)

Let It Bo, Let It Bo, Let It Bo

Blue Christmas

 

 

StephenRKass

December 16th, 2014 at 4:34 PM ^

Go Tell in on the Mountain
Over the Hills and everywhere
Go tell it on the Mountain
Jim Harbaugh’s done come home
 
Good Michigan Men Rejoice
with heart and soul and voice
Give ye heed to what we say
News! News!
Harbaugh’s coming home today.
Rivals bow before him now
And he is in the Big House now
Harbaugh’s home today
Harbaugh’s home today
 
We Wish You a Merry Harbaugh
We Wish You a Merry Harbaugh
We Wish You a Merry Harbaugh
and a Championship Here
 
Angels We Have Harbaugh Here
 
Come, Thou Long Expected Harbaugh

MeanJoe07

December 16th, 2014 at 5:03 PM ^

Away in Ann Arbor, no home for a bed,
The little coach Harbaugh laid down his sweet head.

The fans in the stands looked down where he lay,
The little coach Harbaugh asleep on the turf.

The groundscrew are stirring, the coach awakes,
But little coach Harbaugh no crying he makes.

I love thee, coach Harbaugh, look up from the turf.
And stay by my side til CC: rumors are nigh.

Be near me, coach Harbaugh, I ask thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray.

Bless all the dear players in thy tender care,
And take us to State Street, to live with thee there.

a-ph4nkz

December 16th, 2014 at 5:05 PM ^

On the 12th day of Christmas Jim Hacket gave to me:

12 wins per season

11 players playing

10 4 stars coming

9 blockers blocking

8 conference wins

7 slinging touchdowns

6 yards per carry

5 Championship rings

4 quarters playing

3 score leads

2 dollar waters

And a Harbaugh coaching tree.

MeanJoe07

December 16th, 2014 at 5:10 PM ^

 

Brian Kelly the Red-Faced Coach

Has a very shiny face

And if you ever saw it

You would even say it glows

All of the other coaches

Used to laugh and call him names

They never let poor Brian Kelly

Join in any coaching games

 

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,

Santa came to say,

Brian Kelly with your face so bright,

Won't you guide my sleigh tonight

 

Then all the coaches loved him,

As they shouted out with glee,

Brian Kelly the red-faced coach

You'll go down in history

billygoblue

December 16th, 2014 at 5:11 PM ^

It's beginning to look a lot like Harbaugh Everywhere you go; Take a look on the internet and mgobloggers glistening with sweat With maize glasses and blue passes all aglow. It's beginning to look a lot like Harbaugh The program to restore But the prettiest sight to see is the recruits that will be Lining up at our own front door. A pair of DBs with plenty of speed and a QB that will read Is the wish of Jimmy and Ben; RBs that will dance and won’t miss a glance Is the hope of Tyrone and all the M-men; And all the Meechigan Supporters can hardly wait for the season to start again aha ha ha ha ha

Muttley

December 17th, 2014 at 7:25 AM ^

 

 

I'm Mister Blue Christmas
I'm Mister No
I'm Mister Icicle
Opponents Rush For Ten Below
Fans call me No Miser
What ever I touch
Turned away in the clutch
I'm too much!

I never want to see a yardage
Over forty on me
I'd rather have it Thirty, Twenty,
then Five, an offensive freeze!

 

I'm Mister, Maize Christmas
I am your Son
I'm Mister Beat Ohio
My teams score a Hundred and One
They call me Beat Ohio
What ever I touch
Scores at will in the clutch
I'm too much!

I never want to see a score
Under sixty from me
I'd rather have it Eighty, Ninety,
One hundred's a breeze!