I love Christmas! I love the music. I love the feelings. I love how giving everyone is during the season. I love the decorations and lights. I love teaching my kids about the true meaning of Christmas. I love singing along to the Christmas Pandora music station and teaching my kids Jingle Bells and Here Comes Santa Claus. I love watching Ethan play with his Nativity set and how he makes sure that Baby Jesus is always in the center of the creche. I love watching Austin get all excited by the Christmas tree lights. I love watching old Christmas movies. I especially love watching Austin try to eat Baby Jesus when Ethan's not looking.
Every year, my whole extended family gets together for dinner and a small Christmas gathering/presentation. My grandparents read the birth of Christ from Luke, Christmas poems, and a children's Christmas book that my Grandma Grant has read to her grandchildren forever! All the great-grandchildren went up on the stage to listen while Grandma read the story. It was fun watching Ethan with all his little cousins.
Ethan ended up relaxing with my Mom while several cousins sang Christmas songs.
Austin loved the table decorations so we carried them around with us so he could play with them.
He was so handsome in his Christmas vest!
We also went downtown to see the lights on Temple Square with my parents and met up with Dan who was there with the Young Men in our ward. We took the boys over to see the life-sized Nativity scene and listen to the story of the birth of Christ. I bundled them up really good since I thought it'd be really cold but it ended up being about 40 degrees that night and Austin was sweating in his snowsuit. He looked like the little boy on "A Christmas Story" that couldn't put his arms down. He just sort of sat there. He could only turn his head and slightly flap his arms.
We stopped by the reflecting pool, which Ethan thought was pretty cool. He wanted to play in the water.
Ethan loved looking at the fish in the stream and we stopped for a long time so he could get a closer look. Grandpa Foster was a good sport and held on to him until we had to pull away to eat dinner.
I also had the chance to go to the Christmas Concert at the Conference center with my parents and sister. My Dad got tickets to the rehearsal (which was so good you'd never know it was a rehearsal) and took his girls out for the night.
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