When it's Christmas time in Ontario
> And the gentle breezes blow,
> About sixty miles an hour
> And it's twenty-five below.
> You can tell you're in Ontario
> 'Cause the snow's up to your butt,
> And you take a breath of Christmas air
> And your nostrils both freeze shut.
> The weather here is wonderful,
> So I guess I'll hang around,
> I could NEVER leave Ontario
> My feet are frozen to the ground!
A Merry Winter Solstice to all my friends here at Club Arnage.
Roll on Spring and Sebring
Thank you Mark for reminding us of those making the world a safer place for the rest of us.
Canada Phil