My take on a classic Christmas poem, enjoy…
I was lucky enough to have this poem read out on The Podcacher podcast and you can listen to it being read out by Sandy using the player below. Many thanks to Sonny and Sandy for including it in their show. To find out more about their podcast check out www.podcacher.com<
T'was the night before Christmas when all through the house,
There came not a sound save for the clicks of a mouse.
The GPS batteries were charged, and a bag packed with care,
For tomorrow I complete my calender, with a multi in Ware.
The minicachers were nestled, all snug in their beds ,
while visions of gleaming geocoins, danced through their heads.
As Wifey submitted logs, iPad propped on her lap,
I closed GSAK, and turned to the map.
When at once from my phone, there arose such a clatter,
Startling both cat and dog, eliciting a yelp from the latter.
I averted my eyes, all confidence diminished,
As I sheepishly told wifey, of the cache just now published.
Her cold icy stare did finally soften though,
and rolling her eyes she said with a sigh, "just go".
Away to the car in a blink of an eye,
Slippered and gowned, grabbing GPS as I ran by.
The roads were deserted, lined with fresh fallen snow,
That crunched under my slippers as into the woods I did go.
50 feet from GZ and to my eyes what should appear,
but a miniature sleigh and 8 tiny rein deer.
With a laughing driver so quick not a moment to pause,
It could only be that FTF hound by the name geoclaus.
More rapid than mountain bikes his courses they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now, Garmin! now, Oregan! Now, Magellan! Now, Dakota!
On, etrex! On, eXplorist! On, Smartphone! On, Montana!
Glide on the virgin snow, between the trees so tall,
Now cache away, cache away, we must beat them all."
He winked as he passed, a single goal on his mind,
I could only sstare gormless as he raced to my find.
I broke from my trance and sprinted in chase,
My dressing gown flapping all over the place.
As I burst through the trees panting and slick,
My fears clearly realised, I felt suddenly sick.
There stood the fat fellow, smiling, triumphant and grand,
With a pristine new log book held tightly in hand.
He was dressed all in gortex from head to his foot,
Shiny FTF badges on his body he had put.
A full bag of Swag he took down off his back,
and I drooled at the trackables I glimpsed in that pack.
His bearded face looked merry,
His cold nose like a cherry.
As he lifted his gaze to me, I saw nothing but red,
thanks to the Million candle torch strapped to his head.
I dropped to my knees, watching him work,
I should have called joint FTF, man what a berk.
His gloved hand steady, he signed the log in bold print,
The swag he dropped in, oh how it did twinkle and glint.
And then in a moment his triumph complete,
He whistled for the reindeer whilst I struggled to my feet.
As he took to the sky grinning, he called out this rhyme,
"Merry Christmas fellow cacher, and better luck next time!"
Copyright Paul Weston 2013
Great stuff, I can’t match that, but do send you and your family the following greetings.
We wish you a merry Caching
We wish you a merry Caching
We wish you a merry Caching
And have a good year
Good luck we send to you and your kin
We wish you a merry Caching
And have a good year
So pack up the figgy pudding
So pack up the figgy pudding
So pack up the figgy pudding
And off we set dear!
We won’t give up ‘til we find them
We won’t give up ‘til we find them
We won’t give up ‘til we find them
So no need to fear!
We wish you a merry Caching
We wish you a merry Caching
We wish you a merry Caching
And have a good year
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Lol, love it 🙂
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Heard this on Podcacher – shared the link with the Southeastern Michigan Geocaching Facebook group. What a hoot! If it’s OK, I’d love to link to this on my blog.
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Yes that would be great 🙂
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Thank you! Merry Christmas!
http://thecachingbag.blogspot.com/2013/12/twas-cache-before-christmas.html
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