But this morning I got that itch again. It's Christmas, you see, and there are things to be said.
In our family we play a little game. I think it's just called the Left/Right game. It's our version of a White Elephant exchange. You start with a bunch of inexpensive wrapped toys and gifts, and a bunch of people. Hand every person except one a present. The last person reads a directional story that includes at least the words right and left, although some have other directional words like across and skip. As the person reads, the people with the gifts pass the gifts left and right as the story plays out. When the story is over, each person opens the gift that they have in front of them.
The more people at the party, the more diversity in the age of the players, the faster the reader reads, the more hilarious chaos. All of that, and you don't have the kids crying because Billy stole the highly coveted nose-picking game on his last choice. It's a win win all the way around.
We've done this for quite a few years at this point. I've always just searched the web for something fun. This morning, I thought I'd add to the fun with my very own Left/Right poem.
Enjoy.
All the Right Gifts
T’was right before Christmas and left round the treeWere presents and prizes and gifts just for theeI’d left for the store, right round 6 o’clockI’d searched high and low for the right kind of stockAnd I’d found such good things, they were perfectly rightTo be left under the tree on that Christmas Eve night.For instance, right to the left at the back of the storeI’d found a package just right for to foil your snore.Then I found to my glee when I dug through the shelfThe perfect toe spreaders, and there was just the one left.Oh Joy, oh what bliss, oh how pleased you would beI found just the right box of your favorite teaNow back to the house, I left in a flutterQuickly grabbing what was left of the right kind of butter.I gathered supplies I’d left round the houseTo wrap my treasures, right near the tree,or at least, right thereabouts.I reached for the scissors, they’d just been right thereI found them right under the left blue wing chairI sliced up the paper to just the right sizeI taped til I was left with a beautiful prizeI found the right paper, to write down your nameI left the “From” blank because you’d know just the sameI stacked the gifts nicely, I left them right thereNear the tree, to the right of the left blue wing chairOn Christmas I hope that you’ll find what I leftAnd be pleased and delighted with all the right giftsFor now I will go right quickly to bedAnd enjoy all the Christmas dreams right in my head.
Stacey Leigh Hamlin
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