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JoeCovenantLamb

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T'was the Dig Before Christmas
« on: December 24, 2018, 04:16:58 PM »
Slightly re-worked from an older piece!)  :) Enjoy!

 The Dig Before Christmas....


Twas the night before Christmas, and all through D.S.
not one person was posting, the forum was dead.
The cammos were hung by their hoods and their cuffs,
in hopes that the damp, sodden, things would dry off.

Detectorists all were snug safe in their beds,
while visions of saxon-hoards danced in their heads.
And some on the east coast, and some on the west,
laughed hard at; "Is Minelab or T2 the best!?"

And out in the fields my Safari was bleeping,
(I had a quick session while Ashleen was sleeping).
I dug up the ground and I found in a flash,
another wee button! - but I didnae fash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
gave a lustre of silver to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a tarnished old plough, and eight Iron reindeer!

With a little old driver, so shiny and pampered,
I knew in a moment it must be St Hammered!
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now, Tanner! Now, Shilling! Now, Penny and Florin!
On, Thimble! On, Cane-top! On, Watch-case and Button!
To the top of the field! To the base of the wall!
Now dig away! Dig away! Dig away all!"

As stones that beneath brandished trowels do fly,
when met with an obstacle - mount to the sky.
So onto the field the wild coursers they flew,
with the plough full of coins, and with St Hammered too!

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the ground
the patter of coins as they fell all around.
As I drew in my head, and was turning to look,
across came St Hammered - my senses were shook!

He was dressed all in Cammo - his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all muddy and covered in gloop.
A pouch full of Artifacts hung on his back,
along with a De - tecting Scotland cloth patch!

His eyes-how they twinkled! his knee-pads how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His Spade - (Evolution) - was over his shoulder,
and there on his hip, sat his Pro-Pointer holster.

The cold was so deep that it chattered my teeth,
and my breath it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
and down on his feet were industrial wellies!

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
turning over the ground, (and he worked very fast),
placing coins of all types INTO holes in the soil,
then covered them - leaving no sign of turmoil!

And just to give proof to that gleam in his eye,
into some of the holes went a large lump of iron.
He winked and he said - "When you're out with your toys
These buggers will sort out the men from the boys!"

He sprang to his plough, and the reindeer all pranced,
as if doing the "I've found a braw hammered!" dance.
then away they all flew, leaving me quite alone,
as I tried to record the whole thing on my phone.

I looked and I looked for the tiniest clue
to where dear St Hammered had hidden the loot.
But all I could see was a featureless field,
that gave me no sign of its, now hidden, yield

So I took off my gloves, though my fingers did freeze
-but I heard him exclaim- as I dropped to my knees
and I ran my poor hands through the clumps of the clover-
"They'll never be found, unless they are walked over!"

So I stood and I leant on my spade in the ground
and the moon spilled its light and its silver around.
And I knew he was right - whether button or hoard-
You don't put in the work? You won't get the rewards!

So I turned around, and I stopped all my gawking
in case somebody thought that I'd been out night-hawking
and I called to the Saint as he flew out of sight -
"Merry Christmas to all - and to all be good finds!"

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Re: T'was the Dig Before Christmas
« Reply #1 on: December 25, 2018, 07:16:48 AM »
Brilliant  ;D Merry Christmas ! X
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Carrick

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Re: T'was the Dig Before Christmas
« Reply #2 on: January 02, 2019, 01:58:44 PM »
Fantastic! Well done!