Friday, December 19, 2008

Thought this was cute and there is a lesson.

T'was the Night Before Christmas for Moms
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T'was the night before Christmas, when all thru the abode
Only one creature was stirring and she was cleaning the commode.
The children were sleeping, all snug in their beds
While visions of Wii games and Barbie danced 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's the matter?"
With toilet 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 no time for chit-chat."
Then she saw what appeared to be her 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 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 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,
until 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."


-Author Unknown

1 comment:

Delighted Hands said...

Good reminder!