WINTER Poem

I just had to share this poem with you and to let you know, we ain't got it so bad. My son is repeatedly reminding me that 35 below zero is flippin cold and that doesn't even take in the wind chill which is usually as high or higher than the temp -- now that my friends is cold.

Subject: It's winter in Minnesota

And the gentle breezes blow

Seventy miles an hour

At thirty-five below.

Oh, how I love Minnesota

When the snow's up to your butt

You take a breath of winter

And your nose gets frozen shut.

Yes, the weather here is wonderful

So I guess I'll hang around I could never leave Minnesota

I'm frozen to the ground!

And that explains "why" he lives and stays in Minnesota!!