A/N: all right, i know it's awful, and the refrain doesn't really work, but i gave a shot to holiday cheer.
God Rest You Merry, Gryffindors
To the tune of "God Rest You Merry, Gentlemen"
God rest you merry, Gryffindors,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember Potter, our seeker,
Was born a July day;
To save us all from Syth'rine's pow'r,
When Quidditch we do play.
O tidings of the snitch and winning,
Snitch and winning,
O tiding of the snitch and winning.
On Quidditch pitch, in air above,
The best seeker plays,
He catches the snitch so quickly,
The game he always saves'
The which the Gryffidnors do love,
And their voices raise in praise.
O tidings of the snitch and winning,
Snitch and winning,
O tidings of the snitch and winning.
Gryffindors rejoiced loudly,
Until McGonagall arrived,
Sweets and food were put away,
In bed the night they did bide;
How on Quidditch pitch the game was won,
From which their dreams derived:
O tidings of the snitch and winning,
Snitch and winning,
O tiding of the snitch and winning!