Night Before Christmas

The Mother's Day version.....saved for Christmas.

Twas the night before Christmas,
when all thru 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 64 and Barbie
flipped through their heads.

The dad was snoring in front of the T.V.
with a half-constructed bicycle on his knee.

So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter
Which made her sigh, "Now whats the matter?"

With the toliet 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."
"Your 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 got no time for chit-chat."

The mother's twin,
Same hair, same eyes,
Same double chin.

"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess.
You'll relax, take it easy,
Watch the Young and the Restless."

"Fantastic!" the mom cheered. "My dream come true!"
I'll shop. I'll read, I'll sleep the whole night through!"

From the room above The youngest began to fret.
"Mommy?! I scared..." "and I 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 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.
Thats my child's love 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 "Goodnight.
Merry Christmas, Mom. You'll be all right."

~~ Karen Spiegler