Twas the Night Before Christmas – by Cara Potapshyn Meyers
Only I heard the sound of reindeer hooves clatter,
Which made me sigh, “Now what’s the matter?”
I descended the stairs, and saw the old man.
He was covered with ashes and plenty of soot,
“Oh great,” I muttered, “Now I have to clean the rug too.”
“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.”
Run along, Santa, I’ve no time for chit-chat.”
She was my twin. Same hair, same eyes.
Same look of chagrin, same gaze of surprise.
You relax, take it easy, read a book, go to bed.”
“I’ll internet shop. I’ll read. I’ll sleep the whole night through! “
“Mommy?! I’m scared…is Santa here yet?”
The clone replied, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” I smiled, “She knows her part.”
“You’re the best Mommy ever. ” I heard my son swoon.
“That’s my child’s love, she’s trying to steal.”
Only one loving mother, is needed here.”
“Thank you, Santa, for clearing my head.
I sometimes forget, it won’t be very long,
When he’ll be too old, for my cradle-song.”
Santa said to the clone, “It works every time.”
With the clone by his side, Santa merrily said, “Merry Christmas to all!”