Happy Saturnalia!
May Odin bring you all the fertility you desire.
May your Yuletide log bring you livestock aplenty.
May Mithra remain unconquerable forever.
May the baby jeebus remain a constant source of fucked-up cognitive dissonance for all humanity.
Most importantly, may your credit lines stretch to infinity so you can maintain your all-important place in the status totem pole, and keep buying all the shit our planet can’t afford.