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The left right game is an ornament swap game. Everyone brings
a $5.00 wrapped ornament (or other gift) to the party. As the hostess reads
the story aloud, participants pass their gift to the left or to
the right depending on the story. When the story is over, whatever
gift you're holding is the prize that you take home.
We currently have 11
brand new versions of the left/right Game!
round of applause to all these creative ladies for coming up with refreshingly
new left/right stories that we can all use at our
Older versions that have been around:
Christmas Gift (Ornament) Exchange
I'm a person who always likes things done right. I write notes to
myself, I write notes to my husband to make sure things get done
right. Well.....one day I wrote a note to my husband, asking him to
deliver some cookies to Ellen Wright's home. Well.....my
husband left the house right before 9 AM. Friday morning,
with Ellen Wright's cookies.
right before he left I made him take the cellular phone
in case he got lost. Well, he did right about 9:30, he called me and
said he was lost and that he was sure that I did not write the directions
down right. He said he made a left at the light and a
left at the stop sign. right when he got to the second street,
he made another right . right after the fire hydrant, he again
make another right and ran right into a dead end. I then saw
that he was indeed right and had not got the directions right.
He actually left the note with the directions on it right on
the kitchen counter. I then told him, that instead of making a left
at the stop light and a left at the stop sign, he should have made
a left at the stop sign and a left at the stop light. He then
could have turned right on the second street and Ellen
house was on the left hand side of the street. My husband then said
that the right thing to do next time, was to sleep in.
Twas The Night right Before Christmas
Twas the night right before Christmas when right through the
Not a creature was left stirring, not even a mouse--
The stockings were hung right by the chimney with care,
in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be right there.
The children were nestled right snug in their beds,
while visions of sugarplums danced right in their heads,
And mama in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled right down for a long winter's nap,
When right out on the left lawn there rose such a clatter,
I sprang right from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the right window I left like a flash;
tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
left a luster of midday to objects right below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature sleight and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver right lively and quick;
I knew right in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came;
and he whistled and shouted, and called them right by name:
"Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitz-en!
To the right top of the porch! To the left top of the wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash right away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly
when they meet right with an obstacle, mount right up to the
So up to the housetop the coursers they left flew,
with a sleighful of toys and St. Nicholas, too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard right on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of each little right and left hoof.
As I drew in my head and was turning left around*
down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, right from his head to his left
and his clothes were all left tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung right on his back,
and he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His right and left eyes, how they twinkled! His dimpleshow
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was left drawn up like a bow,
and the beard left on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held right in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was right chubby and plump, a right, right jolly
and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A wink of his left eye and a left twist of his head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went right straight to his work,
and filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk
And laying his finger to the left of his nose,
and giving a nod, he left up the chimney he rose.
He sprang right to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all left like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he left--out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all*and to all a good night!"