It's Christmas in Montana

It's Christmas in Montana,
And the gentle breezes blow,
About seventy miles an hour
And its fifty-two below.
You can tell you're in Montana
'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 Montana--
My feet are frozen to the ground!
---Unknown author, but true!!!!