‘Twas the night: Gift Exchange

Spread some holiday cheer by playing the CRMR ‘Twas the Night before Christmas Gift Exchange Game.

  1. Seat everyone participating in the gift exchange game in a circle.
  2. Each person should be holding their gift in their lap.
  3. Instruct the participants that you are going to read a Christmas story and when you say the words “Left” or “Right” they should pass their gifts to the person on the left or right depending on the word you say.
  4. Read the story below.

Twas the night RIGHT before Christmas when RIGHT through the lodge
Not a creature was LEFT stirring, not even a late night drinking entourage.
The stockings were hung RIGHT by the bison head with care,
in hopes that St. Larkin soon would be RIGHT there.
The CRMR staff  were nestled RIGHT snug in their beds,
while visions of full hotel rooms danced RIGHT in their heads,
And mama in her CRMR housecoat, and I in my cap,
had just settled RIGHT down for a wine induced nap,
When RIGHT out on the LEFT Emerald lake there rose such a clatter,
I sprang RIGHT from my Lakeview king bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the RIGHT door I LEFT like a flash;
tore open the balcony doors and threw up my sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
LEFT a cluster of presents RIGHT below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but a miniature canoe and eight tiny swimming deer
With a young robust driver RIGHT lively and parkin;
I knew RIGHT in a moment it must be St. Larkin.
More rapid than rams his coursers they came;
and he whistled and shouted, and called them RIGHT by name:
“Now, Allison! Now, Lauren! Now, Tyler  and Adrienne!
On Steph, on Jessie, on Tiana and GerriLynn.
To the RIGHT top of Cilantro! 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 sky,
So up to the lodgetop the coursers they LEFT flew,
with a canoe filled with wine and St. Larkin, 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. Larkin skied with a bound.
He was dressed all in North Face, RIGHT from his head to his LEFT foot,
and his clothes were all LEFT tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of wine he had flung RIGHT on his back,
and he looked like a skier just opening his daypack.
His RIGHT and LEFT arms were covered in reflective tape, how it twinkled!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
that shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of CRMR bumbleberry jelly.
He was RIGHT chubby and plump, a RIGHT, RIGHT jolly old elf,
and I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
A notice of his LEFT arm 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 skied RIGHT to his canoe, to his team he 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!”

Happy Holidays!