Aside from the obvious — family, friends (including readers of this page), a roof over my head, food on my table, the sun, the moon, the stars above, raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, trees of green, red roses too, doing all right, getting good grades — here are some things I’m grateful for this year:

Google. YouTube. Wikipedia. The Internet Movie Database.

My Kindle. XM Radio. DirecTV.

Netflix and Amazon. Slate and Salon.

Pushing Daisies. 30 Rock. House.

Bob Dylan.

Maeve Binchy. Anne Tyler. J.K. Rowling.

Tim Lincecum. Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer. Wayne Rooney, Theo Walcott and Fernando Torres.

Jackson Browne and Bonnie Raitt. Keith Olbermann and Rachel Maddow. Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton.

“Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters.” “You Can Call Me Al.” “Birdhouse in Your Soul.”

Searching for Bobby Fischer. The Sixth Sense. Bull Durham.

That’s as far as I got before I ate too much turkey and couldn’t move (or think) any more. (I meant to mention WALL-E, but didn’t want to spoil the meter.) We had a wonderful low-key peaceful holiday with plenty of food and plenty of laughs. I couldn’t wish anything better for everyone around the world.