December Predictions:
Horoscopes For All the
Goddesses That We Are
By Debra Victoroff
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JUNO - the One Who Says She's Happily Married (April 20-May 20) You are way ahead on your Christmas shopping this year in that you realize it's December and you know you have 18 relatives who you have to get gifts for, plus 3 good friends, not to mention your boss who makes five times your salary and who you know has his secretary choose your present. (This can work out well for you, as long as he's having an affair with his secretary and you know about it.) Recognize that each day that passes, the stores will only be more crowded and the gifts more expensive, so unless you had the foresight to book a trip to the Caribbean, you'd better head for the mall. |
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You'll find yourself entangled in some potentially perilous circumstances when you wrap your left leg and part of your head in a string of electric lights in an attempt to decorate your 8-foot spruce. Fortunately, you are alone at home so no one is there to see you (except the cat who is used to this), but unfortunately, you are alone at home and seem to have tied yourself to the ladder. This will be an amusing story someday! You really only have to worry if you plugged the cable in. Oh. |
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Fat Saturn is planning to dress up like Santa Claus and visit your house, even though you're Jewish and have always been kind of afraid of the fat guy and his black jack boots and twinkling eyes and ravenous appetites and interest in small children and animals with antlers. It's true that you have always had a Christmas tree alongside your menorah, but you've also always made sure you lived in homes without chimneys just in case all those rumors are true. Don't forget that unlike Santa Claus, Saturn is not into cookies and milk but would prefer a nice single malt Scotch and a cheese ball. |
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Oops! There goes all your money into the maw of gift giving and compensation for ignoring your relatives all the rest of the year. How much is it worth to you not to have to see your mother-in-law and endure her judgmental comments for a whole year? It might mean a Longines watch, or even a real Pashmina shawl. Your brothers are as motivated as you to avoid the rest of the family so they will only cost you a pair of leather gloves and a DVD of "The Office" and it might end up being an even trade. At this stage of life you realize that there is no compensation great enough to get out of seeing your parents for a whole year, although they might be swayed by a flat screen TV. Make it high def and you can probably get out of town by the 26th. |
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Finally this year you are going to have a date on New Year's Eve! Somehow you've tricked some guy into asking you out! How many years have you spent wondering what the hell you're going to do on that most ridiculous of holidays (second only to Arbor Day)? This year you don't have to spend it with your single girlfriends baking cookies and watching "The Notebook", no, this year you may actually get to wear that dress you bought at the Missoni sample sale that makes you look like you might want to straddle a pole right after dinner, and you may actually get to have sex! Enjoy yourself and don't forget to cut off the tags! |
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Your therapist has finally unearthed the source of those headaches you've been getting since you were six years old, starting at the end of November and lasting until January the third. It's that you resent your parents for having had sex one March many years ago, resulting in you being born in December, and for the rest of your life getting "combined" Birthday/Christmas presents. For all these years, you've walked around in a funk on Christmas day as your siblings and friends crowed over their Christmas presents, and you've dealt with a stocking full of "symbolic" gifts like flavored Chapstick and Starbucks mugs. Your therapist would talk it over with you, but he's away for the holidays. |
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It's holiday time and yet you can't seem to get in the mood. Mercury intersects with Jupiter and they both apologize profusely but this has nothing to do with you unless you own a body shop that specializes in BMWs. And that's just the problem. Everyone else's planets seem to be attentive and helpful; steering them toward decisions and futures that are full of promise and joy, while yours are getting drunk and picking up lesser orbiting bodies and taking them to low-rent constellations for cheap inter-galactic encounters. You need to remind your heavenly influences that the Hubble telescope has cameras and if they don't start steering some joy your way, they're going to see their dark sides on YouTube. |
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Health problems will plague you later this month mostly as a result of some bad eggnog you drink at your neighbor's Christmas gathering. This will work out nicely closer to New Year's when you need to fit into that outfit that is a size 6 since you are actually just hanging onto the outside fringes of a size 8. Social obligations, along with solid food, will be hard to stomach until the 24th. After the 24th, you can eat solid food, but social obligations will still make you nauseous. |
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Your Christmas wish list becomes irrelevant when Paris Hilton enlightens you as to the suffering of others and the superficiality of Western Culture by planning a trip to Rwanda to explore first-hand the suffering of others, and then canceling it on account of her finding out it was in Africa. How can you want a gift for yourself when you already have so much and Paris Hilton has so much more than you? You'll never catch up to her, so quit while you're ahead and try to empathize with others. The least you can do is tip that poor delivery guy more than your miserly $2.00. |
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Bonus Horoscope (for those who didn't like their own) THALIA - the Upper West Side Theater (aka the Leonard Nimoy) You are not the least bit surprised as U.S. President Bush shows the whole world that he is an idiot, again, when he announces that he can't think of a good reason to invade Iran after all since, although in 2003 we had definitive evidence that they were developing a nuclear weapons program, it turns out that the report was all wrong. Add it to the stack of other definitive reports that turned out to be complete bullshit, like we were going to suffer an Anthrax attack that would make a Colorado snowstorm look like dandruff on your Uncle Irving's shoulder, and Iraq had weapons of mass destruction. This brings you great joy, since now we only have to worry about invading North Korea who, another definitive report states, has giant remote controlled robot-killer machines that are set to be launched on North America in the year 2008.
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©2007 Debra Victoroff
Past Horoscopes: JULY | MAY/ JUNE | MARCH/ APRIL | JANUARY/FEBRUARY NOVEMBER/DECEMBER|OCTOBER| SEPTEMBER |AUGUST | JULY | JUNE | MAY | APRIL | MARCH | JANUARY|
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Debra Victoroff's humor essays have appeared in Penthouse, Cosmopolitan and The Village Voice as well as broadcast on National Public Radio. Her plays have been performed around the country and her one-act comedy, "Table for Two" was recently published in "The Best Plays of the Strawberry Festival".
She honed her humor skills on "Sex and the City", entertaining the music crew with her constant complaints about working in the wrong department.
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