Is it thy time of year again?

It’s that time of year again.

Deck your halls. Clear your throat. Off we go …

“It’s the most Post-iest Time of the Year”

(To the tune of “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”)

It’s the most Post-iest time of the year

While the fan rants and rages

We fill our back pages

With venom and cheer

It’s the most Post-iest time of the year!

It’s the hap-hapless-est season of all

While Costello’s appraising

If Jets’ Adam Gase-ing

Is ripe for a fall

It’s the hap-hapless-est season of all.

There’ll be Giants for flaying

And Mets for fillet-ing

And Knicks getting stomped every night

There’ll be Boone second-guessings

And Shurmur undressings

And Gettleman poised for a fight

It’s the most Post-iest time to the max

Serby, Brooks, Cannizzaro

Will sharpen their arrows

I’ll load up my Whacks!

It’s the most Post-iest time … to the max!

“These Are a Few New York Things That Don’t Stink”

(“These Are a Few of My Favorite Things”)

Peter Alonso hits bombs over fences

Steinbrenners spending without consequences

KD who’s lurking as the missing link …

These are a few New York things that don’t stink

Lou Lamoriello, still pumping out winners

Anderson’s Johnnies (not bad for beginners)

Jacob deGrom and his growing mystique

These are a few New York things that don’t reek

When your teams lose

Sing your sad blues

Dream of years to come …

And simply remember that nothing’s forever

And then you won’t feel …

So glum …

Mem’ries of trips up the Canyon of Heroes

Mem’ries of when all our teams weren’t zeroes

Mem’ries of LT and Strahan and Tuck

These are a few New York things that don’t suck

“Dreaming of Sporting Wonderland”

(“Walking in a Winter Wonderland”)

Daniel Jones, bound for Canton

Sixty bombs, crushed by Stanton

With Darnold and Bell

The Jets escape Hell

Right here in our sporting wonderland.

MVP — RJ Barrett

Tiger Woods — one more Claret

Kakko: 50 goals

The Cy Young is Cole’s

Dreaming of a sporting wonderland

For the Series you will need a Subway

Jets and Giants play the Super Bowl

(utter heaven)

Rangers in the Finals? That’s a pub day

For outlasting the Isles by a goal

(in Game 7!)

Knicks and Nets — title levels

Let’s go Mets, let’s go Devils!

And hey, what the hell?

James Dolan will sell!

In our gleaming Sporting Wonderland

“Rocking Around the Boogie Down”

(“Rocking Around the Christmas Tree”)

Rocking around the Boogie Down

Where LeMahieu’s MVP

Half the squad hurt knees or quads

And they still won 103

Rocking around the Boogie Down

Judge and Gleyber having fun

Might win it all sometime next fall

Then again in ’21.

You will get a satisfying feeling

When you see

How the ‘Stros do without cheating

(Hint: they’ll take a Yankees beating)

Rocking around the Boogie Down

Where the Death Star’s drawing hate

Win or bust, in Boone we trust

On the road … to … twenty … eight!

“Make it Rain”

(“Let it Snow”)

Well the hedge-fund guy’s in the docket

While a hole’s burning through his pocket

The Metsies he’ll soon obtain

Make it rain! Make it rain! Make it rain!

They’ll no longer shop at Target

And act like a tiny market

No, Steve Cohen won’t abstain

Make it rain! Make it rain! Make it rain!

When there’s superstars to be wooed

Boras knows that the Metsies are loath

But with Stevie’s cash latitude …

Rendon or Cole — why not both!

Yes the weather outside is cloudy

When you spend it just like a Saudi

The orange-blue gravy train …

Make it rain! Make it rain! Make it rain!

George Young is on the list of finalists for the Pro Football Hall of Fame, and if they don’t induct him this year, which would already be about 15 years too late, they should just tear the place down and replace it with a Panera Bread.

I think “The Morning Show” on Apple TV is absolutely terrific.

One more proud cousin update: Cousin Dan Villari from Plainedge High signed his letter of intent this week to play quarterback for Jim Harbaugh at Michigan, and it’s funny how quickly it happens that you immediately find all things Ohio State sour and distasteful, almost evil.

Happy holidays, and happy New Year. The best part of this Sunday column are the interactions, and I’m forever grateful so many of you care enough to write all year. I’m forever in your debt.

Ron Goydjc: Watching Army-Navy last week, I saw no taunting, check-me-out dancing after a play. No helmet-to-helmet hits trying to put a player into concussion protocol, and players helped the opposing player up with a hand after a tackle. I was waiting for Rod Serling to appear and tell us, “strange things can happen in a football game when it is played in ‘The Twilight Zone.’ ”
Vac: Also, Navy quarterback Malcolm Perry was completely mesmerizing. He’ll be reminded of that game every day for the rest of his life. Good for him.

William Thurlow: Must be Christmas time and you are feeling charitable to write a “Future’s Bright” article on Knicks (haha). To your point, Knox, Robinson and Barrett are very young and may be legitimate stars in a few years. We’ll see.
Vac: Friday night in Miami was a perfect reminder that the universe tends to auto-correct, and fast.

@drschnip: I’ll give my shout-out to Marvin Miller and Curt Flood when I get my Mets season ticket invoice, which is 10 times what my father paid 30 years ago.
@MikeVacc: Righteous as their cause might’ve been, there is little mystery why fans have always been less enthused about acknowledging what they did than other factions of the game.

Bruce Walter: Just my two cents from here in Massachusetts, but the worst thing the Jets ever did was to fire Mangini. He built a good team that just needed a QB, which we saw when Rex came in and got Mark Sanchez and had a lot of success. It’s been all a steady decline since then.
Vac: You know who would endorse this view, I believe? Eric Mangini. And he wouldn’t be wrong.