Now that that bit's over, I go on about how cool Frosty's photos are, especially that one with the wings in it (but if there was one with something else in it better than wings, I'd mention that one). I'd spend a short while announcing that the year is nearly done, that Frosty's nearly taken three hundred and sixty-five photographs, and we'd all have a think about time, and maybe visualise a clock face.
And then I'd stop talking about this blog post in the third person, because it's irritating.
And then I'd say "Enjoy!", because I'm nice.
So, so nice.