WHY MOM'S DON'T WANT TO BE CLONE

 

                   '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 THRU THEIR HEADS.     THE DAD WAS SNORING IN FRONT OF THE TV          WITH A HALF-CONSTRUCTED BICYCLE PERCHED ON HIS KNEE.       SO ONLY MOM HEARD THE REINDEER HOOVES           CLATTER WHICH MADE HER SIGN, "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 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 YOUR            WAKE." "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."   "THIS IS YOUR 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 ALL MY CHILDREN." "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 ONE       BEGAN TO FRET, "MOMMY?! I'M SCARED...AND I'M WET"              "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.          "YOUR 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,           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!!!!!"