WHY I LOVE NEW ENGLAND AT CHRISTMAS TIME...
When it's Christmas time in New England
And the gentle breezes blow,
About fifty miles an hour
And it's twenty-two below.
You can tell you're in New England
'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 New England.
My feet are frozen to the ground. 