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 or 22, or even older than that. For they are the Gift that God gave us in life . . . and what a gift to be treasured, far above any other! May the real meaning of Christmas be with you all this year, is my prayer.
Twas the night before Christmas...[Mom style ]
Twas 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 Nintendo 64 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 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 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 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,“
nd 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."
he 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."
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