Sing out loud. Part 1

I'm dreaming of a H7HT Christmas
Just like the ones we used to write.
Where the ducks get folded,
and Pintails know that,
They are about to fall from flight.

I'm dreaming of a H7HT Christmas
With every Greenie that we down.
May your days be full of the sound,
Of your Benelli emptying a round.

I'm dreaming of a H7HT Christmas
With every Teal that we slay.
May your mornings be full of bets to pay,
And may you bag your limit, today.