When I think of Canada;

 

I think about

10’ tall snow banks in Quebec city and snow blowers,

not your mama’s snow blower either.

 

The beautiful clear winter days with a wind-chill of only a few degrees below zero.

 

The great big Catholic churches in the center of each little town.

 

Trying to read road signs in French .

 

Waiting for the ref to drop the puck and having no clue what he’s saying, I don’t even know what my teammates are saying!

 

 

French or English, doesn’t matter we all speak hockey.

 

When I think  about Canada I first think of hockey.

 

Happy Canada day to all my Canadien friends

and Canadiens at heart.