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Night Before Christmas – Mom’s Version

NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS FOR MOMS


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 video games flipping through their heads.

The dad was snoring in front of the TV,
with a half-constructed bicycle propped on his knee.

So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
which made her sigh aloud, “Oh no, now what’s the matter?”

With the dripping toilet brush still clutched in her hand,
she descended the stairs, and saw the old man.

He was covered all about with ashes and soot, which fell from his hat as he gave a small shrug.
“Oh great,” muttered the mom, “Now I’ve got 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 quiet time alone.”
“Exactly!” he chuckled, “I’ve made you a clone.”

“A clone?” she asked, “What good is that?
Run along, Santa Claus, I’ve got no time for chit-chat.”

Then out walked the clone.The mother’s true twin.

Same hair, same eyes, and same double chin.

“She’ll cook, she’ll dust, she’ll mop every mess.

You relax, take it easy, watch The Young & Restless.”

“Fantastic!” the mom cheered.
“My dreams have come true!
“I’ll shop. I’ll read.,
I’ll sleep the whole night through!”

Then from above she heard the the youngest child fret.
“Mommy?! I scared… and I think I got wet.”
The clone replied quickly, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” the mom smiled, “She really knows her part.”

The clone changed the small one, and hummed a soft tune,
as she bundled the child, in a blanket cocoon.

“You’re the best mommy ever.
“Mommy I really love you.”
The clone smiled and sighed,
“Darling I love you, too.”

With that 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, will be needed here.”

The mom kissed her child, and tucked her in bed.
“Thank you, so much Santa, for clearing my head.”

“I sometimes forget, that it won’t be very long,
’til they’ll insist they’re too old, for my soft bedtime song.”

The clock on the mantle then started to chime.
And 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.”

~~ Author Unknown

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  • Cindy Killeen Waeltermann 19, December, 2011, 2:00

    Author is me. :-)

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