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
YES she is one of THOSE people 
The house is littered with green toy tractors, hats and other green related knick knacks 
and had her talk to a buddy who is a big green fan about his breakdowns and what it cost to fix them. Well that stopped the conversation 
