Oh goodness! Could there be anything more wonderful than the temple at Christmas time??
I think not!
Coming from an Arizona-born-dirt-and-cactus girl, it is glorious!
Excuse me for a moment while I get all novel-ly (is that a word?)
My breath comes out in a white cloud and my ears are all warm and cuddly under my hat. We take an elevator ride up to Deseret Book (not even going to go into how amazing THAT was) and we step out with a crowd of people into the hustle and bustle of Temple Square. My ears instantly pick up the sound of a bag-piper, piping away a cheery tune that sounds a lot like Greensleeves. We cross the street and my camera is strapped around my neck, ready to capture everything. I feel like a child as my eyes take in all the beautiful lights and sights. The temple stands tall with majesty and grace and it has a glow just by itself.
We take a detour and pick up some hot chocolate to sip outside while we watch people go by. The hot chocolate steams and I can feel it warm me on the inside.
We then go into Hotel Utah and take an elevator ride up to the top floor and it's a spectacular view! We can see all the lights and practically the whole city!
We then go into the Tabernacle and watch the acoustics demonstration, then we walk outside and pass the Assembly Hall, wishing we could go inside.
To our surprise, it's open! And there's a choir performance going on. Beautiful music reaches our ears and we listen as we sit and take in the beautiful room with the ornate organ pipes.
And that was our evening!
Now, for something completely random and kinda horrifying: I had a dream while taking a nap today.
And it went like this: I went outside because there was a riot going on and I had my camera with me, naturally. I was going to take a picture of my grandma, who was taking in everything, and I wasn't paying attention to anything around me. Suddenly, this rioter comes up to me, holding a knife.
"You ever been to Cancun?" The knife is getting closer and closer to me.
"No, no sir. I haven't." I'm starting to panic and there's screaming going on all around me.
"Well, that's a shame," And he slides the knife slowly into my side while I scream and beg.
He pulls out another knife and it starts for my throat.
And I wake up.
What does it mean?
Sorry if that made anyone kinda freaked out. It was dramatic and I love writing dramas.
And just cause I think this is hilarious!!
BAHAHA!!!