When I was growing up, these are the kind of trees (maybe a little fuller) we always had and I loved them. My mother decided this year she wanted (along with the fake ones) a real tree she could put her icicles on. I think this will be an annual thing again since the house smells so nice and it is so pretty.
From the time I was little I can remember sitting at the top of the stairs Christmas morning with the rest of my siblings waiting for Dad to go down and turn on the Christmas tree lights so we could come down and see what Santa brought. As we got older, my Grandpa and Grandma Burnett would sleep over and it was always a toss up to see who was the first up; us or grandpa. Christmas was never big extravegent gifts mostly because when you have 8 kids, money has to stretch further but it has made me thankful for the homemade gifts i remember getting. I remember being excited for a new dress and hair clips, a doll and crayons and a new coloring book.
I am excited for Christmas this year because of the presents my mother has been working on for her grandkids. I can't say too much about them yet because some of you readers are my nieces and nephews and I don't want to spoil the surprise. I'll post pictures after the big day. She has been one busy Grandma.
A couple of days ago we went with Tyler and his family to Temple Square to see the lights. I guess I was a little disappointed because it didnt seem like they had as many lights as they usually do. maybe it is just that some of the big trees that they usually light up werent. Oh well, it was still fun.
This past week was a sad day for many Provo residents. An old yet very beautiful Pioneer building built in the late 1880's burnt. Last night on the news they were talking about it and showing some of the paintings that use to be in the building. The focused on this picture and said this is what it use to look like. It is the second coming picture of Jesus assending from Heaven
Here is what is left of the painting:
If you can tell, it is just the outline of Christ. I have been unable to get my mind off the picture. A coinsidence some may say but I think not.
Every year, the Friday and Saturday after Thanksgiving is filled with decorating gingerbread houses. My mom and Dana baked 25 houses over the past month and then everyone came over between shopping or working to decorate their house. Here are a few of their creations: