Don't own anything. But you know when I achieve world domination; I'll own
EVERYTHING!
I don't mean to offend anyone, it's just me playing around with a Christmas
carol, nothing deep and satanic or anything. *Head turns a full 360
degrees* Nah, just joking.
God Rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs, the Christmas carol from Order of the Phoenix. Dedicated to my bestie Alexa, because she lurrves this song.
God rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs, Let nothing you dismay, For Godric G our saviour Was born on Gryffindor day, To save us all from Salazars Power, When we had gone astray,
O tidings of redness and gold, redness and gold, O Tidings of redness and gold.
From Hogwarts our House founder, The blessed prefects came, And unto certain students, Brought tidings of the same How that in Hogwarts school was made The Founder of our house.
O tidings of redness and gold, redness and gold, O Tidings of redness and gold.
Fear not said the prefect Let nothing you affright, This day is born a founder Of the pure houses bright To free all those who trust in him From Slytherins power and might,
O tidings of redness and gold.
God rest ye, merry Hippogriffs, Let nothing you dismay, For Godric G our saviour, Was born of Gryffindor Day.
Merry Crimbo guys! I'm insanely jealous of everyone in the Northern Hemisphere, as I am desperate for a winter Christmas. (I am sitting here in front of the fan, melting to death as the TV plays Christmas adds which consist of snowmen and other winter-y things. I think the advertising people of Australia have not yet realised that yes, it is summer now.) Ah well, thrown some snow around for me, Northerners!
God Rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs, the Christmas carol from Order of the Phoenix. Dedicated to my bestie Alexa, because she lurrves this song.
God rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs, Let nothing you dismay, For Godric G our saviour Was born on Gryffindor day, To save us all from Salazars Power, When we had gone astray,
O tidings of redness and gold, redness and gold, O Tidings of redness and gold.
From Hogwarts our House founder, The blessed prefects came, And unto certain students, Brought tidings of the same How that in Hogwarts school was made The Founder of our house.
O tidings of redness and gold, redness and gold, O Tidings of redness and gold.
Fear not said the prefect Let nothing you affright, This day is born a founder Of the pure houses bright To free all those who trust in him From Slytherins power and might,
O tidings of redness and gold.
God rest ye, merry Hippogriffs, Let nothing you dismay, For Godric G our saviour, Was born of Gryffindor Day.
Merry Crimbo guys! I'm insanely jealous of everyone in the Northern Hemisphere, as I am desperate for a winter Christmas. (I am sitting here in front of the fan, melting to death as the TV plays Christmas adds which consist of snowmen and other winter-y things. I think the advertising people of Australia have not yet realised that yes, it is summer now.) Ah well, thrown some snow around for me, Northerners!