The cache is a camoflaged plastic container with lots of room for TBs and SWAG.
For the first few finders there are small toys wrapped up in wrapping paper as a Christmas gift.
The cache its self is wrapped up for the FTF to find and unwrapp it as if it were their geocaching christmas present.
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A poem to fit the occasion:
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Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the forest,
Not a muggle was stirring, (though I cannot promise).
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The cache was hidden by The Mad Cacher with care,
In the hope that a cacher would soon be there.
The cachers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of FTFs danced in their heads.
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When out of their phones there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to their GPS’s they flew in a flash,
To be the first one to discover the Christmas stash.
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Upon the ground it lay under sticks.
A cache with a treat but not without tricks.
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Find the cache full of Toys, and a log book too.
“Happy Caching to all, and a good night to you!”
