T'was Cachemas Day and all through the house the Cachers were itching to just get out ... the stocking were empty and wrapping paper open and tore ... St. Nicholas has made his pass late last yore ... With new socks and pants , a knit wool cap , with a scarf wrapped and boots tied tight the Cachers were ready off to take flight ... Out on a pass , the mission is Cache , discussion's of which direction to amass ... when what to their wondering minds should appear , but a ping on their account is that what I hear ?
Merry Christmas