Twas the Night
Twas the night before Christmas and we
were looking at lights
When a small thought began in the cold, cold night.
I think I have a cache which doesn't have
a home
On a night like this it should not be alone.
And then I saw a place that it could call
home
A place where cachers soon would roam.
So now the cache is nestled so nicely in
place
To see all the cachers who soon will race
To find a container and sign the log
You must look closely or bring your dog.
The cache is quite small and hidden from
sight
But wants to be found on a cold winter night.
Merry Christmas, 2006