T'was the night before Cache-mas and all through the woods
You are always on the hunt to find the Geo goods
This cache is hung in a street sign with care
Grab it with hopes that there are no Muggles to stare
The children are nestled all snug in a bed
While visions of FTF's are dancing in your head
When out of your phone there arose such a clatter
You check your Email to see what is a matter
Then what to your wondering eyes should appear
A newly Published cache and OH YEAH it is very near
So you grab your keys and out the door, you jump in your car quick
You think for a moment, I feel just like St. Nick
More rapid than eagles, you fly down the road
Hoping not to get stuck behind shoppers who drive slow
Dash away, Dash away, a U-turn or two
You get to GZ and no one has beat you
Your eyes how they twinkle, a big grin upon your face
You gladly sign the log in the FTF space
So you put back the cache, yes you replace as it was found
Turn with a jerk and disappear with a bound
Then you hear yourself exclaim as you drive out of sight
I got myself an FTF on this cold Christmas Eve night!!!!!
