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:D keep it all together so its easier to read :mad:

 

                          A GeoCacher's Tale

 

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

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:D keep it all together so its easier to read :mad:

 

                          A GeoCacher's Tale

 

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

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:D keep it all together so its easier to read :mad:

 

                          A GeoCacher's Tale

 

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

'round my waist lay a fannie pack strap

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A GeoCacher's Tale

 

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

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A GeoCacher's Tale

 

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

Edited by Team Og Rof A Klaw
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

As she turned away with a look of disgust,

 

Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away,

 

leaving her eating his dust.

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

 

As she turned away with a look of disgust,

Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer!

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

 

As she turned away with a look of disgust,

Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer!

 

From the bushes aside arose such a clatter

I ran to the clearing to see what was the matter.

But instead with my eyes where I expected a deer

were two men who were no doubt just a little bit friends.

 

Were these park weirdos,

Or a land-owner pair,

Or maybe some cachers,

Hiding a new one with some tender care !

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

 

As she turned away with a look of disgust,

Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer!

 

From the bushes aside arose such a clatter

I ran to the clearing to see what was the matter.

But instead with my eyes where I expected a deer

were two men who were no doubt just a little bit friends.

 

Were these park weirdos,

Or a land-owner pair,

Or maybe some cachers,

Hiding a new one with some tender care !

 

Then all of a sudden,

One pulled out his Glock!

"Dammit (markwelled to Crim)

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

I got 36 now to 37,

Is it really a hidden treasure.

Ma in her night clothes,

Me in my hat.

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

 

As she turned away with a look of disgust,

Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer!

 

From the bushes aside arose such a clatter

I ran to the clearing to see what was the matter.

But instead with my eyes where I expected a deer

were two men who were no doubt just a little bit friends.

 

Were these park weirdos,

Or a land-owner pair,

Or maybe some cachers,

Hiding a new one with some tender care !

 

Then all of a sudden,

One pulled out his Glock!

He stared at me suspiciously and asked,

“haven’t you looked at a clock?”

 

“Why, the hour is late,

the snow is really falling,”

he snickered evilly,

“and I think your MOMMY is calling”

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

 

As she turned away with a look of disgust,

Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer!

 

From the bushes aside arose such a clatter

I ran to the clearing to see what was the matter.

But instead with my eyes where I expected a deer

were two men who were no doubt just a little bit friends.

 

Were these park weirdos,

Or a land-owner pair,

Or maybe some cachers,

Hiding a new one with some tender care !

 

Then all of a sudden,

One pulled out his Glock!

He stared at me suspiciously and asked,

“haven’t you looked at a clock?”

 

“Why, the hour is late,

the snow is really falling,”

he snickered evilly,

“and I think your MOMMY is calling”

 

"You've met unholy sin

in this forest primeval!

I am CO Admin!

And I'm plain freakin' EVIL!"

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

 

As she turned away with a look of disgust,

Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer!

 

From the bushes aside arose such a clatter

I ran to the clearing to see what was the matter.

But instead with my eyes where I expected a deer

were two men who were no doubt just a little bit friends.

 

Were these park weirdos,

Or a land-owner pair,

Or maybe some cachers,

Hiding a new one with some tender care !

 

Then all of a sudden,

One pulled out his Glock!

He stared at me suspiciously and asked,

“haven’t you looked at a clock?”

 

“Why, the hour is late,

the snow is really falling,”

he snickered evilly,

“and I think your MOMMY is calling”

 

"You've met unholy sin

in this forest primeval!

I am CO Admin!

And I'm plain freakin' EVIL!"

 

"So what do I do with all these broken McToys?

I know! I'll wrap them and give them to the bad girls and boys."

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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the land;

Thousands of cachers were falling asleep with a GPS in their hand.

With my hand on my compass and my eyes on the map,

I slept on the couch in a dreamy nap

 

On the screen were new logs waiting to be read

While visions of FTF danced in my head

I had just found out that my Mrs hid my receiver

I had to promise to stop, I'm going to hate to deceive her

 

She put up with my lights, all 9,000 or so

but kept on complaining about hiking through the snow

I said to her, "Look, hon, this weather ain't sultry,

"But I just gotta find the thirty-seven stage multry!"

 

As she turned away with a look of disgust,

Team GPSaxaphones smurfy little legs sped him away, leaving her eating his dust.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Criminal X-cache! With premium beer!

 

From the bushes aside arose such a clatter

I ran to the clearing to see what was the matter.

But instead with my eyes where I expected a deer

were two men who were no doubt just a little bit friends.

 

Were these park weirdos,

Or a land-owner pair,

Or maybe some cachers,

Hiding a new one with some tender care !

 

Then all of a sudden,

One pulled out his Glock!

He stared at me suspiciously and asked,

“haven’t you looked at a clock?”

 

“Why, the hour is late,

the snow is really falling,”

he snickered evilly,

“and I think your MOMMY is calling”

 

"You've met unholy sin

in this forest primeval!

I am CO Admin!

And I'm plain freakin' EVIL!"

 

"So what do I do with all these broken McToys?

I know! I'll wrap them and give them to the bad girls and boys."

 

Then I heard him exclaim (though he sounded quite crocked):

"Merry Chrishmash to all!"

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