"Save me from being confused/ Show me what I'm looking for"

This is an open letter to the wonderful invention that is Google (and all of the employees there):

Thank you for creating the best search engine ever. And then when I thought it couldn't get any better, you gave your search engine psychic powers because you always know what I am looking for before I even finish typing. So Google, thank you for helping me: come up with Christmas shapes other than stars and bells, make sure Bloomingdales makes the "big brown bag", correct lyrics for "Winter Song" by Sara Bareilles and Ingrid Michaelson, that it is in fact a palette that goes with a paintbrush, that oven mitts is two words, and what the RN nursing symbol looks like. And that was just for today. Can you tell the chapter I am writing now takes place in December?

One last time, thanks Google. You're the best!