Wednesday, December 8, 2010
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through 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 X-Box and Barbie flipped through their heads.
Yes, and 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, “Now what is 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 time alone.”
“Exactly!" he chuckled, "So, I've made you a clone.”
“A clone?” she muttered, “What good is that?
Run along, Santa, I've no time for chit chat.”
Then out walked the clone – 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 TV and rest.”
“Fantastic!” the mom cheered. “My dream has come true!
I'll shop, I'll read, I'll sleep a night through!”
From the room above, the youngest did fret.
“Mommy?! Come quickly, I'm scared and I'm wet.”
The clone replied, “I'm coming, sweetheart.”
“Hey!” the mom smiled. “She sure knows her part.”
The clone changed the child and hummed her a
as she bundled the small one in a blanket cocoon.
“You're the best mommy ever. I really love you.”
The clone smiled and sighed, “And I love you too.”
The mom frowned and said, “Sorry, Santa, no deal.
That's my child's LOVE she is going 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 in bed.
“Thank you, Santa, for clearing my head.
Sometimes I forget, it won't be very long,
before they'll be too old for my cradle and 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, dear Mom, you'll be all right.”
Sometimes we need reminding of what life is all about.
Especially at times when the Holiday season shouts,
and all we do is clean, bake, and procure.
You get the picture – I'm sure.
So stop for a moment and hug that little one so dear,
whether he/she is 2 or 22, or even older this year.
For they are the gift that God gave us from Heaven above,
and what a special gift to be treasured, with
May the Real Meaning of Christmas
Be with You All Year.