I could but it's turning out all serious and self-important and that's the complete opposite of what I have in mind. My feet hurt. My calves are burning. There's a little tiny icepick forming behind my left eye.
I do not find this conducive to whimsy.
If it's any consolation, I hear that anticipation is good for you.
To tide you over, here's a frame from my favorite Simpsons episode ever!
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