A Mother's Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the abode
Only one creature was stirring
And she was cleaning the commode
The children were finally sleeping
All snug in their beds
While visions of Nintendo and Barbie
Flipped through their heads.
The dad was snoring
In front of the TV
With a half constructed
Bicycle on his knee
So only the mom heard
The reindeer hooves clatter
Which made her sigh,
"Now what is the matter?"
With toiltet bowl brush
Still clutched in her hand
She descended the stairs
And saw the old man
He was covered with ashes and soot
Which fell with a shrug
"Oh great!" muttered the mom
"Now I have to clean the rug."
"Ho-Ho-Ho!" cried Santa
"I'm glad you're awake"
"You're gift was especially
Difficult to make."
"Thanks, Santa
But all I want is some time alone."
"Exactly!" he chuckled,
"I've made you a clone."
"A clone?" she asked
"What good is that?
Run along, Santa
I've no time for chit-chat."
It was the mother's twin
Same hair, same eyes,
Same smile, same double chin
"She'll cook, she'll dust
And she'll mop every mess
You'll relax, take it easy
Watch the 'Young and the Restless."
"Fantastic!" the mom cheered
"My dreams comes true!
I'll shop. I'll read.
I'll sleep a whole night through!"
From the room above
The youngest began to fret
"Mommy? I'm scared
And I'm wet."
The clone replied
"I'm coming sweetheart"
"Hey," the mom smiled
"She knows her part."
The clone changed the small one
And hummed a tune
As she bundled the child
In a blanket cocoon.
"You're the best mommy ever
I really love you."
The clone smiled and sighed,
"I love you too."
The mom frowned and said,
"Sorry, Santa, no deal
That's my child's love
That she's trying to steal."
Smiling wisely Santa said,
"To me it is clear
Only one loving mother
Is needed here."
The mom kissed her child,
And tucked her into bed.
"Thank you, Santa,
For clearing my head."
"I sometimes forget
It won't be very long
When they'll be too old,
For my cradle song."
The clock on the mantle
Began to chime
Santa whispered to the clone,
"It works every time."
With the clone by his side
Santa said, "Good night
Merry Christmas, Mom, You'll be all right."
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