Family version
Christmas Eve at Grandma June’s
28 passes: 12 LEFT and 16 RIGHT. About 4 minutes read slowly, and every gift ends up 4 seats to the right of where it started.
How to play: sit in a circle, each holding a wrapped gift. Every time you hear LEFT, pass your gift to the left. Every time you hear RIGHT, pass it to the right. Keep the gift you hold at the end.
It was Christmas Eve, and the whole family squeezed into Grandma June’s little blue house at the end of Holly Lane. Dad came in last, because he had LEFT the pumpkin pie on the roof of the car. “Is the pie all RIGHT?” asked Grandma June. Dad lifted the lid. One corner had a dent the size of a mitten. “It’s mostly RIGHT,” he said.
Uncle Ray turned LEFT into the kitchen and walked RIGHT into the cookie table. A tower of gingerbread men began to wobble. Milo, who was seven, caught two with his RIGHT hand and one with his LEFT, and he ate the one with the broken leg so nobody would feel bad for it.
Then it was time to put the star on the tree, but the star was missing. “Is it on the LEFT shelf?” asked Hattie. “Not quite RIGHT,” said Grandma June. “Is it in the box of lights LEFT over from last year?” asked Uncle Ray. “Getting warmer,” she said. In the end, they found it under the couch, RIGHT next to Biscuit the dog, a lost sock and three crayons.
Aunt Rosa climbed the step stool and leaned a little to the LEFT, then a little to the RIGHT, until the star sat RIGHT on top. Everyone cheered. Biscuit barked twice, which in dog means “You’re welcome.”
After dinner, the family sang carols. Uncle Ray knew every word, just not in the RIGHT order. Hattie sang from the LEFT side of the song sheet, Milo sang from the RIGHT side, and somehow it all came out as one very jolly song.
When the dishes were done, there was only one slice of pie LEFT. Dad looked at Uncle Ray. Uncle Ray looked at Aunt Rosa. Grandma June picked up a knife and cut the slice RIGHT down the middle, then again, and again, until there were eight tiny pieces. That was exactly RIGHT for everyone in the room, except Biscuit, who got a dog biscuit instead.
At bedtime, Grandma June peeked out the window on the LEFT. Snow was falling. She peeked out the window on the RIGHT. Still snowing. “I think,” she said, “we’re going to have a white Christmas.” And she was RIGHT.
Milo LEFT a cookie on the windowsill for Santa. Hattie LEFT a carrot for the reindeer. Then the cousins climbed the stairs, turned LEFT at the photo of Great-Grandpa Lou, and tumbled into bed, RIGHT as the clock struck nine.
And the gift in your hands RIGHT now? It’s yours to keep. Merry Christmas!







