Letterboxing Night Before Christmas - MISSING LbNA #27563 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Wisconsin Hiker
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| Plant date: | Nov 23, 2006 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Brookfield |
| County: | Waukesha |
| State: | Wisconsin |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | With a cherry on top |
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| Last found: | Sep 5, 2007 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFF |
| Last edited: | May 16, 2016 |
Last checked/found: 22-NOV-08 Box seems to be missing. I may recarve and replant at some point...
Location: Driving starting point is the park in Brookfield where the St. Nick’s Gathering was held on 2-DEC-06. It is located between Capitol Drive, River Road, Barker Road and Brookfield Road.
Time: ~30 minutes roundtrip (some driving, some walking)
Terrain: Woodchip trail that could be wet in spring or after heavy rains.
Letterboxing Night Before Christmas
(with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the park
Not a creature was stirring, not even a lark.
The boxes were hid by the shelter with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The boxers were nestled all snug in their coats,
While clues for new boxes appeared in their notes.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my hat,
Had just settled our butts for a long boxing chat.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bench to see what was the matter.
Away to the meadow I flew like a flash,
Tore through the thistles and got a good gash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than cooties his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Marvey! On, Stampeaze! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the rocks! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As boxers that tackle the cryptic clues sigh,
When they meet with an obstacle, never say die!
So along the faint path the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of stamps, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard to the east,
The prancing and pawing of each little beast.
As I checked the compass, and was turning around,
Down the footpath St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed in camo, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all filthy with burrs, sticks and Deet.
A bundle of stamps he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a hiker, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like inkpads, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The end of a marker held tight in his teeth,
And the ink it encircled his palm 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!
The good carving stuff and a twist of his blade,
Soon gave me to know he had come to our aid.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the boxes, then turned with a jerk.
Then after stamping his sig stamp into the book,
He went back down the trail, with a careful last look.
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 Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
If you’d like to find the jolly old elf and his crew, go to the park exit where you might see the Polar Express rolling by. From there, next head in the direction of the Christmas Star. At the next intersection, head in the direction of the pole where the Holiday Penguin lives. Continue past the street named after the pole where Santa lives. Keep going until you reach the bottom of a hill, then turn left (opposite the place where Frodo celebrates the season with his friends and neighbors).
Park your sleigh on the side of the road adjacent to the park. Go to the park sign and take a bearing of 140 degrees and follow that path across a small bridge. Continue on the log-lined path until you start curving in the direction of Santa’s home. You will see six logs lining the edge of the pond. From the end of the last log, take 10 steps. Now take a bearing of 110 degrees and take 12 steps to find Santa and his crew resting between a snag and a double-trunk.
Stamp is somewhat fragile, so please be extra careful. Blue & black ink recommended. Please reseal, replace and rehide everything carefully so this box is available for future visitors. Status reports would be greatly appreciated!
Hike length: 0.1 miles
Location: Driving starting point is the park in Brookfield where the St. Nick’s Gathering was held on 2-DEC-06. It is located between Capitol Drive, River Road, Barker Road and Brookfield Road.
Time: ~30 minutes roundtrip (some driving, some walking)
Terrain: Woodchip trail that could be wet in spring or after heavy rains.
Letterboxing Night Before Christmas
(with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the park
Not a creature was stirring, not even a lark.
The boxes were hid by the shelter with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The boxers were nestled all snug in their coats,
While clues for new boxes appeared in their notes.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my hat,
Had just settled our butts for a long boxing chat.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bench to see what was the matter.
Away to the meadow I flew like a flash,
Tore through the thistles and got a good gash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than cooties his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Marvey! On, Stampeaze! on, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the rocks! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As boxers that tackle the cryptic clues sigh,
When they meet with an obstacle, never say die!
So along the faint path the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of stamps, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard to the east,
The prancing and pawing of each little beast.
As I checked the compass, and was turning around,
Down the footpath St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed in camo, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all filthy with burrs, sticks and Deet.
A bundle of stamps he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a hiker, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like inkpads, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The end of a marker held tight in his teeth,
And the ink it encircled his palm 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!
The good carving stuff and a twist of his blade,
Soon gave me to know he had come to our aid.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the boxes, then turned with a jerk.
Then after stamping his sig stamp into the book,
He went back down the trail, with a careful last look.
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 Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
If you’d like to find the jolly old elf and his crew, go to the park exit where you might see the Polar Express rolling by. From there, next head in the direction of the Christmas Star. At the next intersection, head in the direction of the pole where the Holiday Penguin lives. Continue past the street named after the pole where Santa lives. Keep going until you reach the bottom of a hill, then turn left (opposite the place where Frodo celebrates the season with his friends and neighbors).
Park your sleigh on the side of the road adjacent to the park. Go to the park sign and take a bearing of 140 degrees and follow that path across a small bridge. Continue on the log-lined path until you start curving in the direction of Santa’s home. You will see six logs lining the edge of the pond. From the end of the last log, take 10 steps. Now take a bearing of 110 degrees and take 12 steps to find Santa and his crew resting between a snag and a double-trunk.
Stamp is somewhat fragile, so please be extra careful. Blue & black ink recommended. Please reseal, replace and rehide everything carefully so this box is available for future visitors. Status reports would be greatly appreciated!
Hike length: 0.1 miles