You can talk football or baseball or basketball or whatever, but my favorite season of the year is Christmas.

Still, all these fun sports seasons only help me enjoy the Christmas season that much more. So many things happen during the course of a year that we often forget them. That's why I've decided to combine the Christmas season with some of the unforgettable moments in sports this past year.

The result? A wonderful Christmas song book (Don't expect to hear any at Midnight Mass).

I'm sure you'll be familiar with the melodies, so just pick up the beat and jump right in and sing. I've provided you with the lyrics. Enjoy your caroling.

O Come, All Ye Faithful (Bengals Fans)

(Tune: O Come, All Ye Faithful)

O Come, All Ye Faithful

Bengal fans to home games.

I know we can't ever win

Some things never change.

If we don't fill the seats

The county wants to revoke our lease. (Chorus)

Chorus

Oh come let us really bore you

O come despite no score for you.

O come let us be ignored by you

And all network TV.

Sing all you angry fans

Sing for Mike Brown's exit.

Sing for that top draft pick

It looks like Byron Leftwich.

We always draft first

So why do we remain the worst? (Chorus)

Deck The Coach

(Tune: Deck the Halls)

Deck the coach in the first base box

Fa la la la la, la la la la

'Tis baseball season and I'm dumb as an ox

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Shirtless is a drunk's apparel

Fa la la, la la la, la la la.

Father and son should be made sterile.

Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Frosty the Hitman

(Tune: Frosty the Snowman)

Frosty the Hitman

Asked his ashes be put to sea

But his son said "No,

"I won't let you go.

"How else will I make money?"

Then came the daughter

Said this frozen thing was sick

Though our dad is dead

Let him keep his head

The courts will prove it's all a trick.

There must have been some magic

In the bat the Splinter swung.

For when the players came around

To his wisdom they all clung.

Frosty the Hitman

Asked his ashes be put to sea

The best hitter you'll see

Give him dignity

Not some circus sideshow freak.

On this Sports Day of Christmas

(Tune: The 12 Days of Christmas)

On the first day of Christmas Dwayne Rudd gave to me

One cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the second day of Christmas Tom Gamboa gave to me

Two fans attacking.

And Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the third day of Christmas Florida State gave to me

Three points for a field goal.

Two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the 4th day of Christmas Dusty Baker gave to me

Four years to pay his taxes.

Three missing points, two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the 5th day of Christmas Michael Jordan gave to me

A 5-million hush deal.

Four years to pay taxes, three missing points, two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the 6th day of Christmas the Giants gave to me

A Series 6th game chokin'.

A 5-million hush deal, four years to pay taxes, three missing points, two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the 7th day of Christmas the New York Mets gave to me

Seven guys on pot.

A 6th game chokin', A 5-million hush deal, four years to pay taxes, three missing points, two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the 8th day of Christmas Griffey Jr. gave to me

Eight measly home runs.

Seven Mets a tokin', a 6th game chokin', A 5-million hush deal, four years to pay taxes, three missing points, two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the 9th day of Christmas Buckeye fans gave to me,

Nine torched cars.

Eight Griffey home runs,

seven Mets a tokin', a 6th game chokin', a 5-million hush deal, four years to pay taxes, three missing points, two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the 10th day of Christmas George O'Leary gave to me

10 wins by Ty's coaching.

Nine torched cars, eight Griffey home runs, seven Mets a tokin', a 6th game chokin', a 5-million hush deal, four years to pay taxes, three missing points, two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the 11th day of Christmas baseball's all-stars gave to me

Eleven deadlocked innings.

Ten Irish wins, nine torched cars, eight Griffey home runs, seven Mets a tokin', a 6th game chokin', a 5-million hush deal, four years to pay taxes, three missing points, two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

On the 12th day of Christmas the Bengals gave to me

A 12th straight dismal season.

Eleven all-star innings, 10 Irish wins, nine torched cars, eight Griffey home runs, seven Mets a tokin', a 6th game choking', a 5-million hush deal, four years to pay taxes, three missing points, two fans attacking, and Rudd's cost-us-the-game penalty.

(Santa, give that Rudd guy a lump of coal. And a chin strap.)

Off To Jail

(Tune: Jingle Bells)

Dashing through the streets

In my Lexus 28

Traffic's way too thick

I just can't stand the wait.

The cop says stay right there

But I drive up

on the curve

And when she steps in front of me

I run right over her. (Chorus)

Chorus:

Oooh, it's off to jail, judge set my bail

I'm Randy Moss you see

I don't want to use the rules

Parole's my destiny.

I'm in a driving school

My anger must subside

And no one says to me,

"Hey, can I get a ride?"

I've been a naughty man

Looks like there is no hope.

A league drug test I did fail

'Cause I still smoke lots of dope. (Chorus)

Merry Christmas!

Jim Walker is sports editor of The Ironron Tribune.