Nothing finer than a tasty Bushmills Black Bush -- (insert inappropriate quip here).

Nothing finer-than-finer than a GIGANTIC Black Bush -- (further inappropriate comments here).

...and not one thing finer-than-finer-than-fine than my most-excellent secretive Santa-type person -- (no inappropriate jabs necessary).

CHEERS, Satan...er...Santa!

EDIT: Apparently, I posted my jubilation much too soon! My new drinking companion, Mr. A.E. Neuman, just arrived today. He's a bit shakey, but excellent company indeed!