The Wright Family Christmas Left Right Story

One snowy December evening, the Wright family left their cozy little house on the left side of Maple Street and set off for Grandma Wright's Christmas party. Mr. Wright had left the pies on the kitchen counter, so Mrs. Wright sent little Susie Wright right back inside to get them.

The Wrights piled into the minivan. Mr. Wright turned left out of the driveway, right at the mailbox, then left again at the frozen pond. Mrs. Wright was pretty sure they should have turned right at the pond, but Mr. Wright insisted he was Wright, because he always was.

Two miles later the road split. Left went toward town. Right went up into the hills. Mr. Wright chose right. Twenty minutes after that, the Wrights were somewhere to the left of nowhere, the GPS had stopped talking to them, and the pies had slid right off the seat.

"Turn left," said Mrs. Wright. "No, right," said Grandpa Wright from the third row. He had left his glasses at home and could not tell left from right on a good day. Susie Wright, who was seven and usually right about everything, pointed left.

So left they went. Left past the red barn, left over the creek, and right at last onto the gravel road where Grandma Wright had left the porch light on. The whole family piled out, left the doors wide open, and hurried right up the steps.

Grandma Wright threw open the door. "You're late!" she said. "The presents have been sitting right here all evening!" Mr. Wright said the left turn had been Mrs. Wright's idea. Mrs. Wright said that was not right at all. Grandpa Wright had already left for the kitchen to see about the ham.

Susie had brought her letter to Santa so Grandpa could help her write out the hard words. Grandpa said he would write it after dinner. Susie said Grandpa always says that. Grandpa said Susie was right.

After dinner, Grandma Wright announced the game. Everyone would sit in a circle, hold a gift, and pass it left or right whenever the story said so. Whatever you were holding when the story ended was yours to keep, whether you thought that was Wright or not.

Susie Wright passed hers left. Grandpa Wright passed his right, then left, then right again, because he had lost track completely. Mr. Wright passed left with great confidence. Mrs. Wright passed right, and gave her husband a look that said she had been right all along.

Around and around the gifts went. Left. Right. Left. Right. Right again. One small silver box traveled so far to the left that it came all the way back around to the right of where it started, which the Wrights agreed was exactly how Christmas ought to work.

So hold on tight to whatever is in your hands right now. Mr. Wright has one last thing to say, and knowing him, he'll get it Wright.