+kewfriend Posted December 14, 2006 Share Posted December 14, 2006 Silent night, freezing night, all is calm, all is bright round yon virgin multi I slide Seeking cache, so good is the hide sleep in prickly gorse sleep in prickly gorse Silent night, freezing night, cachers quake at the sight glorious stream blocking the way wellies now sinking in glutinous clay rejoice the cache we have seen rejoice the cache we have seen Silent night, freezing night, found the box, in pure torch-light radiant beams shine on our face, return the find to its hiding place Wondrous night first to find Wondrous night first to find Of course you can do better Quote Link to comment
+Pieman Posted December 14, 2006 Share Posted December 14, 2006 (edited) O search all ye cachers Forests and the city O search ye, O search ye, the Tupperware Come and behold them Puzzles, trads and multis O search and sign the logbook O search and sign the logbook O search and sign the logbook Christ, it’s hard! O blimey, not again Another DNF O why don’t, O why don’t I just give up? Coordinates out The hint’s bl**dy useless O search and sign the logbook O search and sign the logbook O search and sign the logbook Christ, it’s hard! O no, it’s been muggled They’ve stolen the whole thing O why can’t, O why can’t others log that? I’ve wasted my time But who cares? No not me! O search and sign the logbook O search and sign the logbook O search and sign the logbook Christ, it’s hard! Edited December 14, 2006 by Pieman Quote Link to comment
+chizu Posted December 14, 2006 Share Posted December 14, 2006 The holly and the ivy when they are both full grown are great to hide a plastic box In the woods or in the town O the rising of the sun And the running of the cacher The signing of the fresh logbook There must be an FTF near! Quote Link to comment
+Alibags Posted December 14, 2006 Share Posted December 14, 2006 Oh the holly and the ivy The nettle and the gorse The hawthorn the sloe and also the briar Are surrounding the cache of course Oh the ripping of the flesh and the dripping of the blood The stinging of the nasty nettle loud screaming in the woods The woodland bears a bramble With sharp and spikey thorns And when you gash your hand on it You'll wish that you weren't born Oh the slipping in the mud And the falling on the floor Despite the slings and arrows You just have to go find more Now the footpath crosses a stile And it you just must climb And slipping on the slimey steps It's doing the splits time Oh the pulling of the muscles And the loss of dignity The laughing of your cruel friends Is not off-putting for me Now the ivy hides a waspie A lurking in the leaves And when you put your hand on him A great big sting he leaves Oh the biting of the mozzies And the stinging of the bee The buzzing of the merry insects All making a meal of me. Now the holly hides a micro It is stuffed behind a stick And the final's where you parked the car Conceal'ed by a brick Oh the rising of the moon The losing of the way It's cold it's dark I'm ripped to bits I'll be back another day! Quote Link to comment
+Alibags Posted December 14, 2006 Share Posted December 14, 2006 and... In the bleak midwinter oh how I did moan hunting for a micro cammoed as a stone stick had been piled stick on stick on stick on stick how can that look natural they must think we are thick Quote Link to comment
+kewfriend Posted December 14, 2006 Author Share Posted December 14, 2006 Twinkle, twinkle, little cache, Easy found you in a flash. No one really has to try, Simply spot you walking by. Twinkle, twinkle, little cache, Easy found you in a flash! When the blazing cache is gone, And that simple clue is wrong, Now its not an easy show From instant find to really slow. Twinkle, twinkle, little cache, Didnt find you in flash! Then the traveler in the dark In massive anger starts to bark, He cannot see which way to go, Even if you twinkle so. Twinkle, twinkle, little cache All I think you are is trash! to the obvious rendition Quote Link to comment
+Al & Tracy Smith Posted December 14, 2006 Share Posted December 14, 2006 We three kings of Orient are Bearing GPS we traverse afar Field and urban, moor and mountain Following the pointy arrow O Cache of wonder, cache of night Cache with bodge tape wrapped nice n tight Westward leading, still misleading Guide us to thy Perfect Hide Its just a box or something less plain Sticks I bring to hide it again Cache forever, ceasing never Joy for someone to find again O Cache of wonder, cache of night Cache with bodge tape wrapped nice n tight Westward leading, still misleading Guide us to Thy perfect Hide Travel bugs to offer have I Not a Mac D toy, no not I Green Jeep, racing, all men chasing Place it somewhere, hard and dry O Cache of wonder, cache of night Cache with bodge tape wrapped nice n tight Westward leading, still misleading Guide us to Thy perfect Hide Something shiny I do seek, A geocoin, quite unique Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, crying Someone else retrieved it last week O Cache of wonder, cache of night Cache with bodge tape wrapped nice n tight Westward leading, still misleading Guide us to Thy perfect Hide Glorious now behold the cache King and God and Sacrifice Alleluia, Alleluia Now log the find and I must dash O Cache of wonder, cache of night Cache with bodge tape wrapped nice n tight Westward leading, still misleading Guide us to Thy perfect Hide Quote Link to comment
+Simply Paul Posted December 15, 2006 Share Posted December 15, 2006 (edited) Geo cache ye merry, gentlemen Let nothing you downtrade Remember, caching, our leisure Was born from Selective Availabili'tay To save us all from Satan's sofa When we were gone astray O tidings of discomfort and tat, Discomfort and tat O tidings of discomfort and tat In Olathe, in Kansas, This blessed Garmin was born And laid below some satellites Upon this blessed morn With GPS circuitry Did arrow take in scorn O tidings of discomfort and tat, Discomfort and tat O tidings of discomfort and tat From several Heavenly helpers A blessed arrow came; And unto certain co-ordinates Brought tidings of the same: How that in Tupperware was born The Joy of Caching by Name. O tidings of discomfort and tat, Discomfort and tat O tidings of discomfort and tat "Fear not then," said the PDA, "Let nothing you affright, This day is approved a new cache Thus a pure Virgin bright, To free all those who adore FTFs From boredom's power and might." O tidings of discomfort and tat, Discomfort and tat O tidings of discomfort and tat The cachers at those tidings Rejoiced much in mind, And left their socks a-drying In tempest, storm and wind: And went to GZ straightway The latest hidden box to find. O tidings of discomfort and tat, Discomfort and tat O tidings of discomfort and tat And when they came to GZ Where our dear ammo box lay, They found it not under sticks, Nor where cows feed on hay; This cacher, kneeling down, Unto the clue did pray. O tidings of discomfort and tat, Discomfort and tat O tidings of discomfort and tat Now to the PAF sing praises, All you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace; This holly tide of Cachemas All other hobbies deface. O tidings of discomfort and tat, Discomfort and tat O tidings of discomfort and tat Edited December 15, 2006 by Simply Paul Quote Link to comment
+drsolly Posted December 15, 2006 Share Posted December 15, 2006 Good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen, And totally failed to find the cache. Quote Link to comment
+t.a.folk Posted December 15, 2006 Share Posted December 15, 2006 The holly and the ivy, When they spread on the ground , It makes it hard to find the cache And sometimes it's unfound . Quote Link to comment
+Tiger-Eyes Posted December 17, 2006 Share Posted December 17, 2006 A Carol from our Canine Cacher Walkin' in a Doggie Wonderland Dog tags ring, are you listenin'? In the lane, snow is glistenin'. It's yellow, NOT white - I've been there tonight, Marking up my winter wonderland. Smell that tree? That's my fragrance. It's a sign for wand'ring vagrants; "Avoid where I pee, it's MY pro-per-ty! Marked up as my winter wonderland." In the meadow dad will build a snowman, following the classical design. Then I'll lift my leg and let it go Man, So all the world will know it's mine-mine-mine! Straight from me to the fencepost, flows my natural incense boast; "Stay off of my TURF, this small piece of earth, I mark it as my winter wonderland." Author Unknown Quote Link to comment
+John NW Posted December 17, 2006 Share Posted December 17, 2006 How about... While cachers watch their screens at night All seated in their homes A new cache notification appears FTF chance, can't you hear the phones Fear not said they, there is a clue Which eased their troubled minds Glad tidings of great joy it brings To them to help with their finds To you in a nearby town this day Is hidden, by railway line A cache which is a large multi And this shall be the sign The virgin cache you there shall find To human view displayed All meanly wrapped in stickoflage and in a crevice laid. John + Carol Quote Link to comment
+Eckington Posted December 17, 2006 Share Posted December 17, 2006 In minor key…… . We three reviewers from Groundspeak are here To check your caches, ensure they are clear. So, follow the guidelines, Avoid the Private signs, And we will publish, have no fear! Switch to major…. . OOOO____HHHH arrow of GPS, Arrow of light, Lead me there and show me a site Of the cache that is hidden In moor, field or midden, Let me Have an FTF to-night! Quote Link to comment
+currykev Posted December 17, 2006 Share Posted December 17, 2006 Sorry I didn't read Simply Paul's lyrics in full as I didn't want to miss Christmas. Quote Link to comment
+Simply Paul Posted December 17, 2006 Share Posted December 17, 2006 It's not my fault the original has a few more verses than it really needs! Quote Link to comment
+OldNickCov Posted December 18, 2006 Share Posted December 18, 2006 I saw three caches e-mailing in On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day; I saw three caches e-mailing in On Christmas Day in the morning. And what sort were those caches three, On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day? And what sort were those caches three, On Christmas Day in the morning? A micro concealed in ivy, On…; A micro concealed in ivy, On Christmas Day in the morning. A mini in a holly tree, On… ; A mini in a holly tree, On Christmas Day in the morning. A puzzle that befuddled me, On... ; A puzzle that befuddled me, On Christmas Day in the morning. And what was in these caches three, On… ? And what was in these caches three, On Christmas Day in the morning? A pencil stub from old Ikee, On…; A pencil stub from old Ikee, On Christmas Day in the morning. A plastic toy from Mickee-Dee, On…; A plastic toy from Mickee-Dee, On Christmas Day in the morning. And a DNF, so don’t ask me, On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day; A DNF, so don’t ask me, On Christmas Day in the morning. Quote Link to comment
+John NW Posted December 18, 2006 Share Posted December 18, 2006 Although stictly not a carol... I'm dreaming of a new geocache Just like the ones I used to know Where the lidboxes glisten, and cachers listen To hear Steviep in the snow (Cue old joke about yellow snow!) I'm dreaming of a new geocache With every log entry I write May your days be merry and kind And may all your Caches be first to find I'm dreaming of a new geocache With every log entry I write May your days be merry and kind And may all your Caches be first to find John + Carol Quote Link to comment
+kewfriend Posted December 18, 2006 Author Share Posted December 18, 2006 keep them rolling in - even those Christmas No1s ... well perhaps not all of them Quote Link to comment
+John NW Posted December 18, 2006 Share Posted December 18, 2006 (edited) What about this one?.... Caching through the snow For a one star easy find O'er the fields we go Wondering what we’ll find PAF we can ring Making spirits bright What fun it is to laugh and sing A caching song tonight Oh, GPS, GPS Follow all the way Oh, what fun it is to cache To a one star easy find GPS, GPS Follow all the way Oh, what fun it is to cache At a one star easy find John + Carol Edited December 18, 2006 by John + Carol Quote Link to comment
+drsolly Posted December 18, 2006 Share Posted December 18, 2006 Noel's First Lament The cachers looked up and saw a light But was that the North Star, or Venus, or what? The GPS, banjaxed, gave nary a clue The compass didn't tell us what to do Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Chalk up a DNF, oh *$*&dy hell And by the light of the GPS screen Three tired cachers in the twilight are seen To seek for the cache was their intent And to follow the arrow wherever it went Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Chalk up a DNF, oh *$*&dy hell The arrow went North, the arrow went West It spun in circles, we did our best And then blinked out, the batteries flat Right o'er the place where the cache was ... not Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Chalk up a DNF, oh *$*&dy hell The arrow drew nigh to the North West Three tired cachers sat down for a rest And there they did both sit and stay Right o'er the place where the cache did lay Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Chalk up a DNF, oh *$*&dy hell Then entered in those tired cachers three Full reverently upon their knee Rummaging for the box tupperware With keyring, plastictoy and surely no myrrh Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Chalk up a DNF, oh *$*&dy hell Quote Link to comment
+John NW Posted December 18, 2006 Share Posted December 18, 2006 Or what about... Silent cache, quiet night All is calm, lid is tight Round yon Virgin cache a child Little muggle so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in heavenly peace Silent cache, quiet night! Walkers quake at the sight Praises stream from cache site afar Loud geocachers sing Alleluia! FTF, we are here first FTF, we are here first Silent night, holy night Log Book, it’s a pure sight Radiant beams from Thy frozen face With the dawn it’s running pace Nice place, cache, at Thy birth Nice place, cache, at Thy birth John + Carol Quote Link to comment
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