... fresh rain pattering between the awnings.
... at Christmas time.
... Moishe's falafel.
... large hot coffee and a Bob's Doughnut.
... my boy discovering all that lay under that layer of thick chocolate in a piece of Little John's rocky road.
... my girl singing made-up words to Christmas carols being played by a steel drum reggae band.
Right now, I want nothing more. I'm good. I have all the Christmas presents I want. This is happy.