Tony Anders
Caver
SKSC Caver
See you around, in the underground.
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Post by Tony Anders on Dec 22, 2008 18:17:33 GMT -5
Just wanted to drop a line and say Merry Christmas to all and to all a Happy Caving 09...
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L Roebuck
Technical Support
Caving
^V^ Just a caver
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Post by L Roebuck on Dec 24, 2008 10:02:28 GMT -5
Merry Christmas everyone! ;D Good Caving in the New Year!
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Brian Roebuck
Site Admin
Caver
Caving - the one activity that really brings you to your knees!
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Post by Brian Roebuck on Dec 25, 2008 7:09:53 GMT -5
Merry Christmas to all! I hope Santa has brought you all some great cave gear and of course the all important new underwear too!
Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho!!! ;D
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Post by jonsdigs on Dec 25, 2008 12:26:16 GMT -5
MERRY CHRISTMAS! To All Y'all From Us'ns In The Snowy Rockies.
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Brian Roebuck
Site Admin
Caver
Caving - the one activity that really brings you to your knees!
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Post by Brian Roebuck on Dec 25, 2008 22:05:05 GMT -5
'Twas the night before Christmas, past eleven o'clock,
Not a Beaner was stirring, not even the doc;
Our cave boots were hung by the fireplace with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The cavers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Neversink danced in their heads;
And us in our polys complete with front flap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn they were yelling "Off Rope"!,
To see ole St. Nick I had dared not to hope!
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
Our Stenlight beams cast on the new-fallen snow
Giving lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes I should savor,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight muddy ole cavers,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than Cressler his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Avis! now, Alan! now, Dirtman and Geezer!
On, Berta! on Zellner! on, Aughey and Wheezer!
To the top of the dome! to the top of the wall!
Now climb away! climb away! climb away all!"
As dry leaves that out of the deep pits do fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the cavers they flew,
With the sleigh full of cave gear, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The banging and thumping of muddy cave boots.
As I drew in my Sten, and was turning around,
Down the pit rope St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed in red wonderalls, for TAG caving trips,
But his cavesuit was free of the mud and the rips;
A pack full of cave gear was flung on his back,
And it looked like Mudpuppy had rocked his whole pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up very tight,
And the beard of his chin was as white as calcite;
The stump of a mini-mag he held tight in his teeth,
And its light encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all our cave boots; then turned with a jerk,
And clipping his jumars on rope I suppose,
And shouting "On Rope", up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Caving to all, and to all a good light."
With profuse apologies to original authors Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston
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