| Lyrics: | It was 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 on his knee.
So only the
mum 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 fell with a shrug.
"Oh great!!" muttered the
mum, "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 chit-chat."
It was 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, go out, buy a dress."
"Fantastic!!" the mum 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.
"Mummy?!? I'm scared, and I'm wet."
The clone replied,
"I'm coming, sweetheart."
"Hey," the mum 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 mummy ever. I really love you."
The clone smiled and sighed, "I love you,
too."
The mum frowned and said, "Sorry, Santa, no |
