I went home for the holidays on Tuesday, December 23rd. It was weird to go home so close to Christmas, with all of the decorations already up.


I did, however, place the proper angel atop the tree when I got home (I made that in 3rd grade).

We had lots of fun as a family visiting friends and the elderly, playing Mormon Bridge and Scrabble,

making and eating lots of good food,


(my superior sugar cookies)

(Momma doing what she does best)


(Dad's got some work to do)

watching movies,


putting my Santa costume to good use,




and reading the scriptures in a variety of languages. On Christmas Eve when we read the nativity story Tim read his verse in Spanish, Mom and I read in French, and Dad read his in Latin.

When we were about halfway through I suggested that Dad read his verse like a Catholic monk or priest, like the Gregorian chant or something. It was very funny and a little distracting but I think Dad really missed out on his true calling in life - to spend his days in a monastery chanting scriptures!

Anyways it was a good week and we had a fun time together.