New stains on the rug Stray socks on the stair And piles of papers appearing right out of thin air But the sheets have been washed The pants have been pressed The floors have been scrubbed like a woman possessed And it's steady and stable A meal on the table each evening because That's what a mother does (Can I have some more cabbage?) (More potatoes, dear?) Sit down to stand up You're back on your feet Serve seconds and thirds While you've still got a boy who won't eat (Hahhh!) But, a mom has her ways A mom knows her stuff She'll get him to eat without knowing he did It's just one of her talents She keeps life in balance, amid all the buzz That's what a mother does One thing down, a million more you've missed The plates, the pans, keep crossing off the list Homework, PJ's, get the kids to bed Choose a Christmas story to be read Yes, Christmas is here There's so much to do A house to look festive A family that's counting on you With tinsel to buy, and stockings to stuff To make them forget that the times have been tough You're a mom on a mission To keep up tradition Cookies and carols and laughter in barrels, Till you hear them say: You've made Christmas Day The very best Christmas that there ever was Cause that's what a mother What any good mother That's what a mother does