Twas the Night... for Moms

The Night Before Christmas for Moms
Author Unknown

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 and Barbie flipped through their heads.

The dad was snoring in front of the TV,
with a half-constructed bicycle sitting on his knee.

So only the mom heard the reindeer hooves clatter,
which made her sigh, “Now what’s 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 feel 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 some time alone.”
“Exactly!” He chuckled, “I’ve made you a clone.”

“A clone?” she asked, “What good is that?
Run along Santa, I’ve no time for a chat.”

The mother’s twin, same hair, same eyes, same double chin.
“She’ll cook, she’ll dust, and she’ll mop every mess.

You relax, take it easy,
and get some real rest.”

“Fantastic!” the mom cheered. “My dream come true!
I’ll shop. I’ll read. I’ll sleep a whole night through!”

From the room above, the youngest began to fret.
“Mommy?! I’m scared… and I’m wet.”

The clone replied, “I’m coming sweetheart.”
“Hey”, the mom smiled, “She knows her part.”

The clone changed the small one, and hummed a 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 frowned and said, “Sorry, Santa, no deal!
That’s my child’s love she’s 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 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 alright.”

Having teenagers and believing in family, I also enjoyed the one Susanne shared.


  1. This one made me smile too. The love of your child does make it all worth it.

  2. Oh, I'm teary of course!! No matter how many times I read that it's still a sniffler! Merry Christmas!


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