Wherefore art thou my valentine
Crawl back in bed and go hide
It’s only a card with a heart inside
You don’t have to be Einstein
Christmas Hanukah Kwannza Yule
Gift giving is against your rule
It isn’t fair for a lonely orphan
When you spoil the festive fun
Birthday is just a numbers game
Wish not count the extra digit
If not for filing a refund claim
IRS can just consider it private
It’s a headache looking at a vacuum
Rather pay a lady to clean the house
You either enjoy the white costume
Or a Bah, Humbug! Can’t get a spouse
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