Here it is, Christmas Eve
The year? It's unimportant
So many have come and gone
It's just a marker in an endless drama

The season has become a farce
Unlike when I was actually young
There was no advertising
No long lines at the store

The true meaning is lost to me
Not because I don't understand
But because of who I am
And what I am

I've made this Eve a special one
The only time I allow myself a treat
The Hunters know this and will be vigilant
So for me it's feast and flight

Ah, there's the Gift I've waited for
No sit, I'll get his one
The other bell-hops have been so busy
They gladly let me grab the luggage

3000
It's a penthouse suite
The occupant is a frequent guest
Rich, but only in a material way

Excited, like the lad I once was
I stand in the hall with the bags, like I must; waiting
Well get in here! snaps my Gift
I accept the invitation and step through the door

My Christmas dinner is served