Tail Twister fun at the Annual Holiday Party involved a gift pass. The Tail Twister gave a single gift to one of the guests and proceeded to read the following poems. Any time she said the word “RIGHT” the person with the gift would hand it to the person on their RIGHT. “LEFT” would indicate a pass to the LEFT. And “OVER” instructed the holder to pass it to someone OVER at another table. The winner, Lion Nancy, was holding the gift when the poem was done. And she was “thrilled” with the lovely lions head ornament that was inside all the wrapping. Feel free to further adapt the poem to suit your Club or family party!
‘Twas the night RIGHT before Christmas, when all OVER our house
Not a creature was LEFT stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung OVER the fireplace with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas would soon be RIGHT there.
The gifts we had wrapped and put RIGHT under the tree,
Finally finishing at quarter-to-three.
Our boys were both nestled RIGHT snug in their beds,
While visions of videogames danced OVER and OVER in their heads.
With Andy in his PJs and a cat RIGHT in my lap,
We finally settled down for a quick little nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang RIGHT from my bed to see what was the matter.
OVER to the window I LEFT in a flash,
Hitting my RIGHT knee and causing a gash.
The moon OVER the breast of the new-fallen snow
LEFT a luster of midday on objects RIGHT below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, RIGHT lively and quick,
I knew RIGHT away that 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 Blitzen!
RIGHT to the porch! To the LEFT of the wall!
Now dash RIGHT away, dash RIGHT away all!
So RIGHT up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard RIGHT on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each RIGHT and LEFT hoof.
I went RIGHT to the living room, not making a sound.
And down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, RIGHT from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were LEFT tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of toys he had flung OVER his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His LEFT and RIGHT eyes, how they twinkled; his dimples – how merry.
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
The stump of a pipe he held RIGHT in his teeth,
And the smoke it hung OVER his head like a wreath.
He was RIGHT 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 RIGHT to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned LEFT with a jerk.
And laying his finger to the LEFT of his nose,
With a nod he LEFT; up the chimney he rose.
He sprang OVER to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
RIGHT away they all flew, 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!”
Then something dropped from the chimney he had LEFT,
A small little package of minimal heft.
A brief note from him I was LEFT to observe,
“Give this RIGHT to a Lion, and remember ‘We Serve!’”