T’WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS (Mums’ version)
It was the night before Christmas, when all thru the abodeOnly one creature was stirring, and she was cleaning the commode.The children were finally sleeping, all snug in their beds, whileVisions of Barbie and X-Box flipped through their heads.
The dad was snoring in front of the TV, with a half-constructedBicycle propped on his knee.So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter, which made herSigh, “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, “OhGreat,” muttered the mum, “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 The Young and The Restless.”“Fantastic!” the mum 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.“Mummy?! Come quickly, I’m scared and I’m wet.”The clone replied, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”“Hey,” the mum smiled, “She sure knows her part.”
The clone changed the small one and hummed her tune, as she bundledThe child in a blanket cocoon.“You’re the best mummy ever. I really love you.”The clone smiled and sighed, “And I love you, too.”
The mum 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 mum 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 Mum, You will be all right.”
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 years old or 20 years old….Everyone needs your hug!For they are the Gift that God gave us in life… And what a gift to be treasured, far above any other!
Seasons greetings to all!