Christmas For Moms

I found this on Amy's blog at The Kings Table. Good stuff for us moms.

The Night Before Christmas for Moms

It was 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 Dora and Diego flipped through their heads.

The dad was snoring in front of the t.v.,
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?"

With the toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
She descended the stairs and saw the old man.

He was covered in 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 create."

"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."

Then she saw it, the mother's twin:
Same hair, same eyes, same dimpled chin.

"She'll cook, she'll dust, she'll mop every mess.
"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."

From the room above, the youngest began to fret.
"Mommy?! I so scared... and very 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 sweet 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 and tucked her into bed.
"Thank you Santa for clearing my head.

"I sometimes forget it won't be very long
when she'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, "Good night.
Merry Christmas Mom, you'll be all right!"

-Anonymous