'Twas the Night Before Christmas
A New Recount of a Timeless Classic
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a cacher was stirring, especially my spouse.
And though we had decorated the household with care,
It turns out that none of us would surely be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of McToys danced in their heads.
And mamma in her camelback, and I with my stash,
Had readied ourselves for a Christmas day cache.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Since outside was drying a new ammo cache.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Was enhanced with the crack of glo-stick's new glow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should flicker,
But a miniature car, with a Geocache sticker.
With a driver so frisky and sporting a mane,
I knew of his moniker - ClarJar by name.
He rounded the corner with reckless abandon,
as if he were racing to Bruce Lee and Brandon.
"Now, Etrex! now, Maggie! now, Sportrak and Garmin!
On, Legend! on Meridian! Move it, you vermin!
Find me the cache, I'm having a ball!
Now cache away! cache away! cache away all!"
He was dressed all in camo, with hiking boots and a slicker,
And the mud on his boots was 2 inches thicker.
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
A little compass he pulled out of his sharings
To help when his GPS lost all its bearings.
He had a slim face and his hair was part gelled,
Had I seen him before, I needed to be markwelled.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And found my ammo box - pre-released! the big jerk.
He placed in a travel bug, and his face shone with glee,
"Let's see if it can make all the way back to me!"
He sprang to his car, and started it up,
And downed an espresso (a 20 OZ CUP!!!)
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CACHING TO ALL,
AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT."