Wednesday's Reflection: A Christmas Poem

A friend sent me this poem. I think it's worth reading!

THE MOM BEFORE CHRISTMAS

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 and Barbie,
flipped through their heads.

The 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 soot,
which fell when he shrugged,
'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 some 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 to chat.'

Then out walked the clone -
Her identical twin,
The same hair, the same eyes,
the same double chin.

'She'll cook, she'll dust,
she'll mop every mess.
You'll relax, take it easy,
and she'll do the 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 small one
and hummed her tune,
as she bundled the child
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 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 in 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 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 will be all right.'

~Author Unknown