Gertrude and I are at a dinner party right now. The party was quite festive and just a few seconds ago I clanged the side of my glass with my fork to get everyone's attention, cleared my throat, and made the following toast....
I know all of you here are my friends and we have had some exceptional times together, but I would like to direct your attention, for a moment, to the wonderful collection of people over at the A2K community. That group, led by that charming gentleman, Cicerone Imposter, are, besides the people in this room, the finest damn group of people I have ever had the privilege to meet. The best to them and their family during the Christmas season.
<Gustav sits down, visibly moved, and the crowed jumps to their feet and shouts in unison. "MERRY CHRISTMAS, CICERONE! MERRY CHRISTMAS, A2K!"