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The Night Before Christmas, Short Version
Every LEFT that you hear sends your gift on its way, Every RIGHT brings one back. Are we ready? Let's play.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
In the Pickering house there were two on the shelf: The LEFT one for Little Mo, the RIGHT for myself.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprung from the bed to see what was the matter,
Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
Not a thing to the LEFT, not a thing to the RIGHT, Only Juniper Hollow, fast asleep in the cold winter night.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
He tugged the LEFT rein, and the sleigh swung about, And he called every one of his team with a shout:
"Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer, and Vixen, On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Dunder and Blixem;
"To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
So they LEFT the front lawn for the roof overhead, RIGHT over the room where Uncle Dez lay in bed.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was chubby and plump, a RIGHT jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He LEFT not a crumb on the plate by the tree, And LEFT a small present for you and for me.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
And now there is nothing more LEFT to be read, So open your gift RIGHT now, then to bed.