Happy Christmas to all Lifers

Jonniesta said:

Fairytale of Floyd Road

It was Christmas Eve babe,
In the North Stand.
My old man said to me:
"Won't see another win."
And then he sang a song,
The Addams Family one!
I turned my face away
And dreamed of Wembley.

Another owner's gone,
Taken that bloody song.
I got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas!
I love you Lifers,
I can see a better time 
When all our dreams come true.

We've good beer in the bar
And we've got Valley Gold,
But we've got a defence
That is peppered with holes.
When you first brought me here 
On a cold Tuesday eve
You promised we'd get to the Premier League.

What a game!
Did a golfie!
Even Brownie weren't sulky,
Miles Leaburn was playing,
We felt we could score.
Corey Blackett on fire
(Though the ref was still dire),
We scored from a corner
And danced through the night.

The boys of the Valley faithful choir were seeing us
Win away
And the crowd were singing out for Alfie May!

You can't play!
You've no pace! 
You complete waste of space!
You're a terrible team and your boss is a meme.
Your midfield is stale,
Lost at home to Port Vale! 
Merry Christmas indeed
As we're stuck in this league

The boys of the Valley faithful choir were seeing us
Win away
And the crowd were singing out for Alfie May!

We could've been someone
Supported anyone
Not had to base our dreams 
On injured cast-offs
But now it's Christmastime 
Your dreams still match my own
We'll get some decent loans
And scrape into the play-offs

The boys of the Valley faithful choir still seeing us
Win away
And the crowd was singing out for Alfie May!

RIP Shane.
Merry Christmas all. 

Chizz said:

Happy Christmas to Lifers, who suffer together 
By watching our heroes as they fail to chase leather 
We all want promotion, to reward our endeavor
But we're stuck in League One for what seems like forever 

We've craved - for some years - a generous buyer 
To replace the old Belgian and the Night-meire, his liar 
Along came Matt Southall, reality denier 
But we stuck to our job: the Covered End choir 

Happy Christmas to predictors of each week's league fixtures 
To the Lifers who post their spectacular pictures 
To the boozers whose tipples are outrageous mixtures 
And to those who have comments on UEFA's strictures 

Happy Christmas to those for whom there's one Summer sport 
To those who've shown help, good wishes and support 
...when Lifers need aid or advice or face court 
And to everyone contributing to each post-match report 

Happy Christmas to Statbank and the scorers of Apple 
...whose marks make the page look like a dalmation dapple 
To Lancs Lad who's had to numerically grapple 
With numbers for players since the days of Phil Chapple 

To the TV suggestions, set out by our Beds 
To the terrible jokes which deserve their own threads 
To the Lifers who share their festive grub spreads 
And even to those who fetishise sheds   

The new year's upon us and change is in place 
There's talk of promotion - although not with straight face 
But we're solvent.  And happy.  And still in the race. 
So now, like the Valley, CL's a great place. 

Merry Christmas everyone.  And a spectacularly happy new year.