2005: "I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I *gakkkkkkkk*"
2005 is going to bed with a big damn Reaver stake through it's heart. Please bury it at a crossroads, cut off the head and salt the grave. Call in a priest and sprinkle some holy water, even. Let it be gone.
Welcome 2006. May it be all manner of better, may there be all kinds of blessings and come this time next year, may we feel sad at it's passing because it was so very merry.