Twas the night before Christmas,
\nwhen all thru the abode
\nOnly one creature was stirring,
\nand she was cleaning the commode.<\/p>\n
The children were finally sleeping,
\nall snug in their beds,
\nwhile visions of N-64 and Barbie,
\nflipped through their heads.<\/p>\n
The dad was snoring in front of the TV,
\nwith a half-constructed bicycle propped on his knee.
\nSo only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
\nwhich made her sigh, “Now what is the matter?”<\/p>\n
With toilet bowl brush still clutched in her hand,
\nShe descended the stairs, and saw the old man.
\nHe was covered with ashes and soot, which fell with a
\nshrug, “Oh great,” muttered the mom, “Now I have to clean the rug.”<\/p>\n
“Ho Ho Ho!” cried Santa, “I’m glad you’re awake.”
\n“Your gift was especially difficult to make.”
\n“Thanks, Santa, but all I want is time alone.”
\n“Exactly!” he chuckled, “So, I’ve made you a clone.”<\/p>\n
“A clone?” she muttered, “What good is that?”
\n“Run along, Santa, I’ve no time for chit chat.”
\nThen out walked the clone – The mother’s twin,
\nSame hair, same eyes, same double chin.<\/p>\n
“She’ll cook, she’ll dust, she’ll mop every mess.
\nYou’ll relax, take it easy, watch The Young and The Restless.”
\n“Fantastic!” the mom cheered. “My dream has come true!”
\n“I’ll shop, I’ll read, I’ll sleep a night through!”<\/p>\n
From the room above, the youngest did fret.
\n“Mommy?! Come quickly, I’m scared and I’m wet.”
\nThe clone replied, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
\n“Hey,” the mom smiled, “She sure knows her part.”<\/p>\n
The clone changed the small one and hummed her tune,
\nas she bundled the child in a blanket cocoon.
\n“You’re the best mommy ever. I really love you.”
\nThe clone smiled and sighed, “And I love you, too.”<\/p>\n
The mom frowned and said, “Sorry, Santa, no deal.”
\nThat’s my child’s LOVE she is trying to steal.”
\nSmiling wisely Santa said, “To me it is clear,
\nOnly one loving mother is needed here.”<\/p>\n
The mom kissed her child and tucked her in bed.
\n“Thank You, Santa, for clearing my head.
\nI sometimes forget, it won’t be very long,
\nwhen they’ll be too old for my cradle and song.”<\/p>\n
The clock on the mantle began to chime.
\nSanta whispered to the clone, “It works every time.”
\nWith the clone by his side Santa said “Goodnight.
\nMerry Christmas, dear Mom, You will be all right.”<\/p>\n
Sometimes we need reminding of what life is all about. Especially at times during the Holiday season, when all we seem to do is clean and bake and shop and and and and and and and….You get the picture, I’m sure. So stop for a moment and hug that little one so special, whether he\/she is 2 months or 22 years, or even older than that.<\/p>\n
For they are the Gift that God gave us in life…and what a gift to be treasured, far above any other!<\/p>\n
May the real meaning of Thanksgiving and Christmas be with you all this year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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