A Christmas Tale for Mom's

'Twas The Night Before Christmas...Mom Style

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the abode
Only one creature was stirring & she was cleaning the commode.
The children were finally sleeping, all snug in their beds,
while visions of X-Box & 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 & 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 a bove, 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 tune,
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."

As a mom we do the work of so many. It's easy to get discouraged and there are day's that I want to sit down and throw a temper tantrum alongside my darling 2-year-old. I know that I have had day's when I have wished for a clone or a little more help.

Sometimes we forget that we have the greatest gift, ever given. We have the gift of baby's and kisses, chunky fat rolls and belly laughs. Games of hide n ' go seek and the privelage of wiping tears away and kissing owies. We have the gift of being a mom! As hard as it it being the mom, I wouldn't trade it for anything in all the world.

Now go find you kiddo's and give them a hug!

Found via Hope Studio's.