Christmas Present, Past, Future

(Tongue in cheek view) It came 'round before, knocked on my door disturbing my peace, I dimly recall gaudily dressed, a child self-obsessed overly showy, a mirror disco ball. Cacophony waltzed in, the unholy din "No rest for the wicked!" I think someone said. No respect for my need, eyes sparkled by greed "Life's for living, oldun, you're a long time dead." I pretended last time as they chugged on their wine, I probably have so many times in the past. It's all a charade, a mad masquerade. They urged,"Come on granny, it might be your last!" If hope is Christmastime's relation Its presence is my consolation For midst the noisy congregation This might be my one salvation "Yes, youngun, this could be my last Of Christmas present, future, past!" Don't take this too seriously folks...it's just for fun