Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirrin’ not even a mouse.
There was one, however, who would stir through the night
Why it was Mrs. Claus herself, with hair of snow white.
Snow White might not be the word to describe this sight
While she is home all alone with her apron strings tight.
A woman’s job around the house is never done, she has heard said
There’s always cooking and cleaning and making the bed.
Growing old with frump and alone at last
With Santa Claus gone it was chore time; and fast
No words of thanks, no notice of clean
The days just go by with hungry children to wean
Mouth kept shut as she works like a dog
Dinner must be ready to serve, despite her head full with fog
Though the dreams did pop in
Every now and again
Of days long ago
When she did certainly know
Her only passion in life–
Not to become Mrs. Perfect little wife.
But when with child she soon became,
Not to cause her family shame,
She took all of her pride
And became the best bride
And lived the rest of her life
As Mrs. Claus, the perfect wife
Flash forward to now, in a time more serene
At home Mrs. Claus is not to be seen
Ms. Claus that is, not to be confused with the past
When cooking and cleaning were forever to last
No not today, today there is more
Now at home, 4 hungry children crawling around on the floor
No man at home, of course, to help with the chores
Not when he is out giving gifts to children, going door to door
No cookies or milk this holiday year
Food stamps today won’t bring her that cheer
The modern couple looks a lot different today
A wife still at work, but with more dues to pay
When asked by a fellow if she would take it all back
And just settle down instead of taking her track
Ms. Claus replied a “no” with certain great haste
A life without freedom is a terrible waste
“I would do it all again, if I did have the choice
Because even with a job and kids, I still have a voice”
We have come a long way from the dark dismal past
Our freedom and spirit will be the first thing to last
So here is to women, both near and far
It doesn’t matter who, where, what, when or why you are
Be strong and proud of the women you’ll be
And never, ever, ever let anyone tell you you are not free.