How very odd you must think this is, MGAS.

Liz The Squeak has made me Lady Elizabeth's Secret Santa in right and proper fashion, and I shall fulfill my obligations as such to the utmost. Perhaps even beyond the utmost. Perhaps to the utmost utmostest utmost possible. All of the reindeer agree, and they are prancing and dancing, waiting to take flight, to deliver a gift or gifts to her representative of the area in which I live and which will, both I and Mrs. Kringle hope, delight her when she is finished grepping and chmoding for the day.

Thank you, dear LtS, for this opportunity.

Or something like that.