Well I hope you are happy, Father Steve, like you asked I waited until after midnight to ring up my pal Andy to wish upon him a happy new year...too late. Andy had already run his F-100 pick-up truck into a chert ditch.
Some wishing, I guess, is best done premature.

Don't forget, aged vicar, a bowl of black-eyed peas and ham hocks will insure you good luck throughout 2006, so don't be surprised if the Republicans sweep the congressional elections in November.

Good luck to you I hope you win the power ball lottery.