Tuesday, December 23, 2008
On the eleventh day of Christmas, tradition gave to me:
Eleven (million) Christmas lights
Except, there probably aren't 11 million lights at the St. George temple. Maybe in Salt Lake, but we haven't been up to see those lights in years.
This is a tradition I really love, and I'm thankful that (so far) we've always lived close enough to a temple that does lights to be able to go.
Last week, we hopped on down to St. George to finish up some Christmas shopping (since a Target and a mall actually exist down there) and see the lights at the temple.
My favorite part is always the Nativity. I have a sneaking suspicion that it was Sophia's favorite part, too.
The girls loved the lights. I asked them which color they liked best and they pretty much said all of them. And then Chloe piped up, "My favorite lights is the TEMPLE! It's all lit up white, Mom!"
And I finally felt like I was in the mood for Christmas, despite all of the stress in my life.