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The Leaning Tree
It was Christmas Eve in Juniper Hollow, and the whole Pickering family had squeezed into one living room. Supper was nearly ready and there was only one job LEFT: the tree. It stood in its corner, fully dressed, and it leaned a good deal to the LEFT.
"I can fix that," said Nana Ruth, who had said the same thing last year. Nana Ruth crawled under the branches and gave the stand a twist. The tree swung up straight, kept going, and leaned to the RIGHT.
"Too far," said Uncle Dez from the sofa. "Bring it back LEFT. A little more. No, too much. RIGHT a bit. RIGHT a bit more." By now the angel on top was pointing at the kitchen.
Aunt Pearl went out to the garage for something to wedge under the stand and came back with a rubber duck, which was all that was LEFT on the shelf. It went under the RIGHT side of the stand, and the tree stood straight for the first time all week. Everyone clapped.
Then the cat walked in. She looked LEFT, she looked RIGHT, and she went up the trunk like a squirrel. The tree tipped LEFT, the cat jumped RIGHT, and three glass birds rolled under the piano.
"Nobody move," said Nana Ruth. "Little Mo, you have the smallest hands. Reach under on the LEFT side." Little Mo came out with two birds, a marble and a sock. The third bird was RIGHT at the back, behind the pedals, and came out on the end of a wooden spoon.
So the Pickering family tied the tree to the curtain rod with fishing line, which is what they do every year in the end. The cat was LEFT in the hallway to think about what she had done. The rubber duck stayed RIGHT where it was, because nobody dared pull it out.
Supper was ham. Aunt Pearl carved, Uncle Dez passed the plates to the RIGHT, and by the time the pie came out there was not a spare inch on the table.
Afterwards they turned off the lamps. There was not one bulb LEFT dark on the whole string, and if you stood in the RIGHT spot and squinted, the tree did not lean at all.
"Same time next year," said Uncle Dez.
"RIGHT," said Nana Ruth. "But next year I am buying a new stand."
Nobody believed a word of it. Merry Christmas from the Pickering family of Juniper Hollow. Now open the gift you are holding.