Let me count the ways.
The whole “all I want for Christmas” thing?
Every single thing I wished for, I have received (basically: karaoke, picnics, homemade tamales, chili in garlic sauce, an almost lifetime supply of books to read, my mother’s cooking, tickets to see Alvin Ailey in New York City, and pie)*.
But honestly, tireless gratitude inundates me. Even if there were words in any language in this world with the power to describe it, only that which does not involve speech nor writing could express this adequately.
*Did I mention the Texas sky? Yes. and the Texas sky.