A Christmas prayer.

We had a fab Christmas, which I may or may not get around to blogging about. But before I do, I thought I'd share the events of Christmas evening. Specifically, Joshua's bedtime.
I felt that, given he'd received vast quantities of presents, he should be a grateful little boy, and so at bedtime prayers, I suggested he might like to say thank you to Jesus for some things from the day.
This is (roughly) how it went:
Joshua: Thank you Jesus for me and being good and quiet in church and not talking too much, but I did go in and out a lot (that is, although he was quiet, he didn't sit still, and was in and out of the pews constantly) didn't I daddy?
Me: Yes sweetheart
Joshua: and thank you for my pudding which I've had just now, and for the crackers which went 'pop' and I heard my cracker go pop didn't I daddy?
Me: yup sweetheart
Joshua: and everybody's cracker went 'pop' and my cracker I got ...
Me: (after a long pause waiting to see if he remembered his cracker gift) an egg cup sweetheart
Joshua: Yeah and a crown for mummy
Me: (slightly hopefully) Amen
Joshua: but mummy didn't want to wear her crown, and thank you for ...
Me: (wondering about how long this commentary on the day will last) Amen?
Joshua: (He went on to list a random array of events from the day which he'd clearly found memorable, but which seemed to get funnier and funnier as it went on, and after a while it was -
Me: (now laughing quite hard but ever the optimist) AMEN?
Thankfully at this point, he agreed and called it a day, rounding off his prayer with an amen.

I love how he's thankful for so many things in the day. Why do we limit ourselves when we're being grateful?