Twas the Night Before Christmas – by Cara Potapshyn Meyers
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Except for myself.
My child was sleeping, all snug in his bed.
While visions of Nintendo games, flew through his head.
Only I heard the sound of reindeer hooves clatter,
Which made me sigh, “Now what’s the matter?”
With ribbon and gift wrap still clutched in my hand,
I descended the stairs, and saw the old man.
I descended the stairs, and saw the old man.
He was covered with ashes and plenty of soot,
Which fell with a shrug, all underfoot.
“Oh great,” I muttered, “Now I have to clean the rug too.”
“Oh great,” I muttered, “Now I have to clean the rug too.”
“Ho-ho-ho!” cried Santa, “I’m glad you’re awake.”
“Your gift was especially difficult to make.”
“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?” I asked, “What good is that?
Run along, Santa, I’ve no time for chit-chat.”
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.
“She’ll cook, she’ll dust, she’ll mop every mess.
You relax, take it easy, read a book, go to bed.”
You relax, take it easy, read a book, go to bed.”
“Fantastic!” I cheered.
“My dream come true!
“I’ll internet shop. I’ll read. I’ll sleep the whole night through! “
“I’ll internet shop. I’ll read. I’ll sleep the whole night through! “
From the room above, my son began to fret.
“Mommy?! I’m scared…is Santa here yet?”
The clone replied, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” I smiled, “She knows her part.”
“Mommy?! I’m scared…is Santa here yet?”
The clone replied, “I’m coming, sweetheart.”
“Hey,” I smiled, “She knows her part.”
The clone went to comfort my son with a tune.
“You’re the best Mommy ever. ” I heard my son swoon.
“You’re the best Mommy ever. ” I heard my son swoon.
“I really love you.” The clone smiled and sighed,
“I love you, too,” my sweet son replied.
I frowned and I said, “Sorry, Santa, no deal. “
“That’s my child’s love, she’s trying to steal.”
“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.”
Only one loving mother, is needed here.”
I kissed my child, and tucked him into bed.
“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.”
“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.”
The clock on the mantle began to chime.
Santa said to the clone, “It works every time.”
With the clone by his side, Santa merrily said, “Merry Christmas to all!”
Santa said to the clone, “It works every time.”
With the clone by his side, Santa merrily said, “Merry Christmas to all!”
To me he whispered, “And to you, a good night!”
We wish all our readers a very Happy New Year!!
2 Responses to “Twas the Night Before Christmas – by Cara Potapshyn Meyers”
Cut it out! A resident Poet Laureate. The best! Have a Happy New Year!
By Cyma on Jan 1, 2012
Silly woman…! I am FAR from one, but you lifted my spirits! Happy New Year to you, too!!
By Cara Meyers on Jan 3, 2012