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