I had just woken up from a long winter's nap, when mamma in her 'kerchief let me know that the cupboards were bare when it came to making Christmas cookies. So duty bound and taste buds tingling, I ventured out into the snowy morning to get the required ingredients. Now you might think I am one horse short of a sleigh ride, but caching through the snow can be great fun. I was driving along through the winter wonderland when, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature dancing reindeer! I knew in a moment it must be Dancer, so I pulled over and jumped out of my sleigh into the snow and ran over to see what was the matter. He trotted and danced all around this one spot as if he were searching for something he'd dropped. I followed his dizzying steps as best as I could and my shoes began to fill up with snow. Then he began jumping so high that I almost thought he was flying. After a few moments I noticed what he must be looking for. There was a cache hidden in the woods! I laughed when I saw it, in spite of myself. As I scooped up the cache and threw it's lid back, I must have looked like a peddler just opening his pack. I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work. I signed the log and then turned with a jerk. I hid it right back where I found it. Dancer was pleased that I had found his lost cache and seeing that it was in good hands, he sprang to his feet, and away he flew like the down of a thistle.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Now off to gather up walnuts, eggs, butter, phyllo and eggnog!
Thanks for the cache Santa!