‘Twas the Night Before Christmas: Cleaning Edition
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 DS and Barbie, flipped through their heads.
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?”
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.”
“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.”
Run along, Santa, I’ve no time for chit-chat.”
The mother’s twin. Same hair, same eyes,
Same double chin.
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! “
“Mommy?! I scared… and I am wet.”
The clone replied, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” the mom smiled, “She knows her part.”
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.”
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.”
“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.”
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.”