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Happy Holidays, my little unprecognitive ones. I bring you good tidings from a great goy that shall see through all peep-holes.

As winter and recession loom large we look to haiku as our inspiration for power through economy.

No need to worry if your presents are sparse, as long as there’s a future, I know you’ll kick arse.

Aquarius: December brings snow/but only you give yourself/a real snow job

Pisces: when shopping tonight/don’t buy from the clearance rack/you are cheap like that

Aries: ice forms all around/but the days get longer now/solstice is so cool

Taurus: eggnog calls to you/I don’t think you can breakdance/try to call a cab

Gemini: your thoughts feel like glue/but they help you craft something/totally brand new.

Cancer: one of these things is/not like the other, who cares/they can all shove it

Leo: people can be tough/don’t let bastards grind you down/unless there’s health care

Virgo: your past was hiding/then came out of the woodwork/need help with termites?

Libra: so this is Christmas/and what have you done? I kid/you’ve done enough, rest.

Scorpio: mistletoe hangs high/you are sweet because you try/kiss until you sigh

Sagittarius: it’s conspiracy/how much the universe wants/you to be happy

Capricorn: time is a good gift/find folks you value, spend it/wanna buy a watch?