Where you can open you mouth without see your breath.
Where we can ride our on tractors all day on an endless tank of fuel .
Where we can meet and show off our toys in temperature's of joy .
Where the hunting and fishing stories last longer than the day light .
Where the only thing colder than the beer is the wife's stare when we talk about the next tractor .
I am dreaming of a GREEN Christmas , just like the ones down south.
Please add your own lines to it
Dave

