Brr
Soon it is snowing, frigid wind blowing.
Temperature dropping. Caching stopping?
Winter fun, Here we come!
Find that hide. Note the code inside!
Gotta get them fast. These caches won’t last.
The start of Spring, the end will bring.
It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From angels bending near the earth
To touch their harps of gold!
Peace on the earth, good will to men,
From heaven's all gracious King!
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the angels sing.
Just a simple cache to chase the winter blues away.