A poem, if you will

'Twas three weeks before Christmas and nighttime was falling,

I hadn't yet showered and Ellie was calling.

Hubert walks through the door, her face lights up with glee,

I hand him the baby, finally a chance to pee.

But something was happening, an evening of fun,

So ready, we got, for Ellie to see "The One."

Our branch Christmas party was finally here, a fun time with friends,

And the most fun at the end.

In walks The man, bag thrown over his shoulder,

The kids all go crazy and I have never felt older.

It's finally her turn and I lower her without error,

Who knew all her smiles would turn into pure terror.

Maybe next year will be better, I guess we'll wait a while,

But hey, at least Santa and I got to smile.

Let the holidays begin

The day after Thanksgiving, our little family had the opportunity to go with our friends, the Jensens, to Manti for the weekend.  I know what you're thinking and I'm sure it's going something like this, "Wow, Manti!  If only we were all so lucky."  But even though it's a small and quiet town, we had a great time with our friends, but the best part was when we drove up into the mountains, unhooked the four-wheelers, found our Christmas tree, and cut it down.  And to prove that Hubert and I did such a thing, I documented our journey.

Sure, it's a little Charlie Brown and Ellie thinks that she is helping me all day by removing all of the ornaments and handing them to me, but I love it and can't wait to do it again next year.