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Had to share this from our Yahoo board. Too adorable! 
Merry Christmas to all fellow cachers! I came across this poem
written by another cacher in NY and wanted to share it....
Twas the month before Christmas, and all through the park, not a
cacher was stirring, because it was too dark.
The caches were hid in the logs and the trees, In hopes of a first to
find before it got zero degrees.
The cachers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of
first to finds danced in their heads.
And mama in her kerchief and I in my cap, Had just put away the GPS
for our evening nap.
When on the computer there arose some new chatter, I sprang from the
bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the keyboard I flew like a flash, Refreshed my unfound page
to find a new cache.
Away I went, now walking in fresh fallen snow, No footprints to
follow, making it harder, you know.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a tree decked out
in ornaments and holiday cheer!
The cache...how it shined! The ornaments...merry! I hung a white jeep
bug on the tree that I just happened to carry!
Standing back, I admired the tree with a bow, And the body of the
jeep was as white as the snow.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, Signed the logbook,
hung an ornament then turned with a smirk.
Had a nice walk back on this beautiful day, Back to work I had to go,
I'm sorry to say.
Thanks for the find! I said with a whistle, 'Cause it was a Tazwalker
cache with not a thorn or a thistle.
And then I exclaimed as I drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night"!

Merry Christmas to all fellow cachers! I came across this poem
written by another cacher in NY and wanted to share it....
Twas the month before Christmas, and all through the park, not a
cacher was stirring, because it was too dark.
The caches were hid in the logs and the trees, In hopes of a first to
find before it got zero degrees.
The cachers were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of
first to finds danced in their heads.
And mama in her kerchief and I in my cap, Had just put away the GPS
for our evening nap.
When on the computer there arose some new chatter, I sprang from the
bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the keyboard I flew like a flash, Refreshed my unfound page
to find a new cache.
Away I went, now walking in fresh fallen snow, No footprints to
follow, making it harder, you know.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a tree decked out
in ornaments and holiday cheer!
The cache...how it shined! The ornaments...merry! I hung a white jeep
bug on the tree that I just happened to carry!
Standing back, I admired the tree with a bow, And the body of the
jeep was as white as the snow.
I spoke not a word, but went straight to my work, Signed the logbook,
hung an ornament then turned with a smirk.
Had a nice walk back on this beautiful day, Back to work I had to go,
I'm sorry to say.
Thanks for the find! I said with a whistle, 'Cause it was a Tazwalker
cache with not a thorn or a thistle.
And then I exclaimed as I drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night"!