Twas the night before Cachemas, when all through the house
Not a computer was stirring, not even a mouse;
The caches were submitted to Geocaching.com with care,
In hopes that the reviewers would soon be there;
The cachers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ammo cans danced in their heads;
And momma in her beanie, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When on the phone there came some texts,
I sprang from the bed to see what was next.
Away to the netbook I flew like a light,
Tore open a browser and pulled up the site.
The backlight on the keyboard of the new open window
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But new cache listings from eight reviewers
With a little old hider, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Cache Nick.
More rapid than eagles his caches were approved,
I whistled and shouted and was so moved:
“Now Mnt-Man! now Cache Effect, now Krypton and Max Cacher!
On Keystone, on Nomex! on Hemlock and Roadrunner!
To the top of the queue! to the top of the call!
Now cache away, cache away, cache away all!”
As dry leaves that before hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the cache-site the FTFers they flew,
With a bag full of swag, and Cacher Nick too!
And then in a twinkling, I heard en-route,
The prancing and pawing of each cachers boot.
As I drew on my headlamp and was turning around,
Down the trailhead Cacher Nick came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fleece, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all stuck with twigs and soot;
A bundle of swag he had flung on his back,
He looked like a newbie just opening his pack.
His coins, how they twinkled, his travelers how merry!
His camo was like roses, his hides on my Cacheberry!
His small little micro was drawn up like a bow,
And the regular was quite the show;
The stump of a tree he held tight in his grip
And the logs it encircled his cache a barrier strip;
He had a five star difficulty and a three star terrain,
That confounded me and gave such pain!
The cache was stocked and had such wealth,
I laughed when I saw it, in spite of myself;
A lift of the skirt and a twist of the lid,
Soon gave me to know I was not out-did;
We spoke not a word, but went straight to work
Signed all the logs and turned with a jerk,
And laying the coordinates to the car,
We could tell it was not too far;
We sprang to the cachemobile, to the Nuvi gave a go-to,
And away to the next cache we all flew.
But I heard him exclaim, ere the logs were all signed,
“Happy Cachemas to all, and to all a good find.”
Merry Christmas everyone!