{Christmas Eve}

T'was the night before Christmas, when all thru the house

One creature was stirring, cleaning quietly as a mouse.

The children were finally sleeping snug in their beds,

While visions of  Apple products, danced through their heads.

Dad was snoring in front of the TV,

With presents half wrapped beside his knee.

Only mom heard the sounds of reindeer hooves clatter,

Which made her sigh, "Now what's the matter?"

With a Swiffer duster still clutched in her hand,

She rounded the corner, and saw the old man.

He was covered with soot, which fell when he shrugged.

"Oh great," sighed the mom, "Now I have to vacuum 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 rest or maybe even a little break."

"Exactly!" he chuckled, "I've made you a carbon copy duplicate."

"You mean a clone?" she asked, "What good is that?

Run along, Santa, I've no time for chit-chat."

The mother's twin. Same hair, same eyes.

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

You'll relax, take it easy, watch Grey's, Private Practice, and then some Revenge." 

"Fantastic!" the mom cheered with delight. "My dream come true!

"I'll shop. I'll read. I'll sleep a whole night through! "

From the room down the hall, the youngest began to scream.

"Mommy?! I'm scared... I had a bad dream."

The clone replied, "I'm coming, sweetheart."

"Hey," the mom smiled, "She knows her part."

The clone hugged the small one, and hummed a slight 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, "I love you, too."

The mom lost her smile and then she said, "Sorry, Santa, no deal."

That's my child's love, she's trying to steal."

Smiling wisely Santa said, "To me it's clear, "

Only one loving mother, is needed here."

The mom kissed her child, and tucked him into 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-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, Mom, You'll be all right." 

(original poem author unknown ~ altered a little by me)

Merry Christmas Eve