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They floated by, chuckling (vapid) and waving (arrogant), and the three watching flipped them off in unison. "Christmas Past, pain in my ass," New Years Past hissed. New Years Present and Future laughed and gave a thumbs up. It was they that should matter now, but there hadn't been enough in the marketing budget to secure them a spot for a proper visitation to someone who'd write about it (and make them immortal in a different way). Their robes were just as opulent; their presence was every bit as awe-inspiring (right down to Present's two children hiding under the cloak, Regret and Denial); their mission was equally important, but ... "There we are," New Years Past hissed again. "The only show that matters is playing on community cable where no one will ever see it." "Never mind," New Years Present comforted. "We need no one's permission or approval to perfect or wreck this year. Let's go." New Years Future had a mind to visit several "influencers" and say howdy do.