Twas the day of Christmas and all through the house,
Children were screaming, playing games & clicking the mouse.
Migraines were growing while veins were throbbing.
The kids didn't care, they were shooting and robbing.
Relief you need, but not from the glass that alka seltzer was foaming.
What you really needed was to be outside in the cool air and roaming.
As if in answer to your dilemma, Santa leaves you one last thing:
Over the mind-numbing din, your phone lets out a solitary BING!
You run to the front door, thanking your lucky star,
On Dasher, on Dancer, ah, to heck with that. Let's take the car!
Carefully you cruise, sliding through traffic to the game zone,
Staggering like a fool as you take directions from your phone.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
a brand new geocache, so sparkling and dear!
With a tug and a pull, off came the lid of the tin,
Treasures inside for the kids and a lovely log book was within.
With a sigh of relief, you sign the log sheet,
And head back home, knowing your day is complete.
You kick off your shoes and sit down to retire,
Throwing another Yule Log upon the fire.
"Merry Christmas to All," you say, feeling wily,
The kids are played out and you got your smiley!
The cache in this cemetery is not on or near a grave stone.
If there is a funeral, go somewhere else and talk on your phone.
Only search for this cache from dawn until dusk,
Else the ghosts inside will turn you into a husk!
Congratulations to Rmtolleson
The 1st kid to open their present