A Mother's Night Before Christmas
It was 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 TV, with a half-constructed bicycle on his knee. So only mom heard the raindeer hooves clatter. Which made her sigh. "Now that's the matter?"
With toilet 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 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." Sure enough, it was 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 & 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'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 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, tucked her into bed. "Thank you Santa, for clearing my head. I sometimes forget, it won't be long, when they'll be too old, for my cradle-song."
The clock on the mantle begain 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".
