Why I Love Michigan at Christmas Time....
When it's Christmas time in Michigan , And the gentle breezes blow,
About fifty miles an hour, And it's twenty-two below.
You can tell you're in Michigan 'cause the snow's up to your butt,
And you take a breath of Christmas air, And your nose holes both freeze shut.
The weather here is wonderful, So I guess I'll hang around,
I could NEVER leave Michigan , My feet are frozen to the ground.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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