Dear Heater Gods,
Thank you for not making me beg this year.
Your timely arrival is ever so appreciated.
With one flip of your magical heated finger, you set life to the belly of this building and I love you for it.
Since you are doing such wonderful things with your fingers, how about igniting the husband and wife chain smokers on floors one and two?
Never hurts to ask.
Warm (and I do mean warm) regards,
P.S. You saved me from ordering this little number, er, big number.