In Camp Before Christmas

Christmas is a wonderful time of giving, sharing and doing good turns for others! Have a wonderful and Merry Christmas, Troop 45!

Gene's Musings

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the camp
Not a campfire was burning, not even a lamp.
The bear bags were hung from tall trees with care,
In hopes that no critters would ever be there.

The Boy Scouts were nestled all snug in their bags,
While dreaming of fishing, without any snags.
The leaders in tents, with warm winter caps,
Had just settled their brains for long winter’s naps.

When out in the woods there arose such a clatter,
I crawled from my mummy bag to see what’s the matter.
Away to the tent door, although it was cool,
Tore open the zipper and opened the vestibule.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day as though all aglow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a great big backpack and a man full of cheer.

That man with…

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