Twas the Night Before Christmas - For Moms

I am not quite sure who wrote this, I was sent the poem from a fellow mommy blogger, MyDallasMommy.com. When I read it, I got tears in my eyes. With four jobs (I blog, I counsel, I run two websites, all from home) and four kids, I have been finding the last few weeks have become increasingly more difficult to keep up with work, the kids, and preparing for Christmas. I have been losing my patience much more easily, I have been getting angry with my husband for no reason other than being stressed, I have been feeling extremely overwhelmed. So when I got this in my inbox today and read it, I realized that I need to take a step back, take a deep breath, and go hug my children. After all, in the blink of an eye they will be all grown up, and I need to enjoy the magic in their eyes that only a child has at Christmastime.


After I read it, I shut down my laptop, put down my blackberry, and hugged my four babies. Then I had them help me decorate some Christmas cookies. We all enjoyed the precious time together, especially ME!

I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I did, as it holds a very powerful message for moms. I always strive to be SuperMom. I do not need to be SuperMom. I just need to be Juliana, Louis, Anthony and Joseph's mom... and knowing that they love me even when I'm 500 emails behind at work or still have three more loads of laundry to finish is enough to help me get through another day.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru 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 64 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 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 fell 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 chit-chat."

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 & the Restless." "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 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 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 all right."

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