Secret Santa Gift!

Thanks to Michael I get to be a Secret Santa this year. Through the bloggers anonymous Secret Santa program, I've been introduced to the blog of Thicket Dweller Thicket Dweller is a homeschooling mom that has incredible writing talents as well. Her passion of family and life shine through in all she writes about. She will be a published author one day. Read her now and you can say, "I knew her when..."

My gift to Thicket Dweller is the following poem. Merry Christmas!

T'was the night before Christmas, when thru the abode, only one creature was stirring, she was cleaning the comode.

The children were sleeping, all snug in their beds, while visions of Barbie and X-Box danced in their heads.

Daddy was snoring in front of the TV, with a half-constructed bicycle propped on his knee.

Only mom heard the reindeer's hooves clatter, which made her sigh, "Now what is the matter?!"

"Ho Ho Ho!" spoke 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, "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 the 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 sang her 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, "And I love you too."

The mom frowned as she 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 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."