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Show 0 C4 Sledding and snowballs On Christmas, we get up ' early in the morning. We eat a good breakfast and then we open presents. Sometimes after we open our presents we go sledding. My family will go to Taylor School and sled, and if it gets too cold we will go home and drink hot chocolate: But then we sometimes play with our toys that we get for Christmas, and we go outside1 and play snowball fights with everybody. Then we go and watch "How the Grinch Stole ( 'hristmas." After the movie we will go sledding and build a snowman and tear it down by ' .throwing snowballs at it and tier cold again and drink more not chocolate. nws Baum. 15. Payson 1 .Ja Candy cane countdown I is 80 e 1 ' ', mountain ' , My mom. my brother and I make Christmas cookies. We. cut out stars, angels, trees. r. bears and bells. help frost .. '. them and decorate with sprinkles and pieces of candy cane. . 1 , .. Kenny Ellsworth. Payson 13. Santa's watching you 1 that made our Ciristmases very exciting and special. After we left our home we carried those memories with us for our own families to enjoy. One special one involved a visit from a "Santa" we never saw. but heard.-A- t times when the squabbling, arguing, or even worse nearly raised the root we could not make another sound when.there was a loud knocking at a nearby window, a jingle of bells startled us into a near panic for we knew it was . - , chins. ... A New Year's tradition gave us a wonderful way to celebrate he passing of another year and prospect of a happy New Year. After our family night, we followed an old Welsh custom - look back through the years I recall so poignantly, traditions our dear mother saw to it that we children. 10 of us. had As ' from Mother's ancestors. We each put our shoe out in front of the fireplace for Father Time to fill as he passed away. Little candy and gifts of hard-tacpeanuts filled our shoes, so we all felt satisfied to have just one more surprise to wake up to. It fills us with contentment and joy as these traditions are being carried on by our chil- dren. We hear them tell us their great fun and reassurance of k Sunday, December 25, 2005 H E R A L D Continued from CI From apartment to apartment we went for toys and gifts. Hidden Christmas pack ages were brought out and t little children offered some of their own treasured toys. Christmas candies and goodies were offered, and soon our bag was full. Student parentswent to their meager food shelves and offered to share their food supplies. At last we had bags of toys and goodies and a pretty little Christmas tree. The old ice truck was ready to make a delivery, but alas, we had no Santa Claus. As student manager of KBYU, I had keys to the theater costume shop. I from inside. rummaged through the costumes and found an old Santa We stopped and unloaded suit and. with a little stuffing, the truck. Ken taking the it was just my size. Christmas tree, and I as Santa, Soon the little old ice truck carrying the bags of toys was loaded with the shimmer-- , and goodies. I knocked on the door. A little voice said. ing, little Christmas tree, the "Come in." Santa entered the bags of toys and goodies. Santa Claus and the iceman. In the room with a loud "Ho. Ho. Ho! twilight with gentle snow fallMerry Christmas!" The children were terrified and ran to ing, we rumbled across town and down a long bumpy lane. their mother. She was seated in a rocking chair in her hosThe little house indeed looked lonely, no signs of Christmas pital robe, surrounded by the and only a faint light glowing children. y ' ' their love. Louise L, Harmon, 81, tired school teacher, Provo re- Late to bed, early to rise The Sunday after Thanksgiving we draw names and divide kids and adults in two groups. We cut down our Christmas '. 1DU tree, then we decorate our tree. Then we put our presents under the tree. On Christmas Eve my family watches movies. We watch the day before Christmas, on Christmas Eve we go to bed at 2 a.m. We wake up at 7:30 a.m. to open our presents. Jeremiah Guzman, 14, Payson Peeking! On Christmas Day we read i the Christmas story out of the Bible. I "peek" around Christmas. My mom always hides the presents in the same place in her closet and every year under her bed. Waiting until morning, I always stay up all night then sleep in late the next day. We always have the same ornaments every year on the Christmas tree. My mom and ;o remember-your- 2 z S 3 It took a few moments for the little family to realize what was happening. With wide-eyechildren watching, Ken set up the Christmas tree and I. as Santa, poured the toys, candies and food in a pile under the tree. I will never forget the look of gratitude in the d eyes of that shining, sweet little mother. Nor will I forget the joyous cries of the children as they fell upon the little stack of toys and goodies. Ken and I quietly left that d tear-fille- ' Journey of the Wise Men This Holiday Season is the perfect time , : donkeys inside with a twinkling star above it. At last the 15th day of December had come and our tradition started. I brought out the three camels with riders and gave them to the first child. I was amused that the procession started in the planter box by our front door. All of my little ones waited for their turn. Through the front room the caravan traveled. Long was the wise men's journey. But the star beckoned them on toward Bethlehem. At last, on Christmas Eve, ' they found the stable under the bright new star. Inside' the wise men found Mary and Joseph with a tiny newborn baby Jesus wrapped in swaddling clothes. A radiant light filled the stable. Kneeling reverently the inspired wise men knew this little child would become a teacher who would inspire the world. That was the reason they followed the big new star. Around the glowing little stable under the tree were angels and shepherds surrounding the Christ child. My happy children had acted out their own version of the Bible story about the journey of the wise men. ' ftlarilyn Chapman, Provo OI . L--. H Yv. I Your Name .f ! Your Address Check oVisa ' MasterCard ,: ' : V. Any questions, call 375-510- 3. ,1' ;'.' - If you would like to thank your carrier with a tip, fill out the form below and mail to 1555 N. Freedom Blvd, Provo UT 84603 mm-- ; happy scene and, as the old ice truck rumbled up the lane and through the city, the evening stars seemed a little brighter and the Christmas music a little sweeter. 1 thought, "This is what Christmas is all about. Christmas is not getting. Christmas is giving. It is a time for sharing our love, one for another." Owen S. Rich,83,BYV communications professor emeritus, Provo Who wants $10? At a family evening early in the Christmas season, my husband, Dave, always plays "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?" Only he has changed it to "Who " Our Wants to be a eight grandchildren and their parents can each earn a bill if they can answer four multiple-choic- e questions. Dave asks all four questions to one person before he moves on. If they do not know the answer, they may ask the audience, go to a book, eliminate two of the choices, or have a second chance. Dave makes it easy, for everyone to win. They are handbill by "Vanna ed a White" (a granddaughter). Ten-aire?- Sample questions: Which in our family wore a monocle? What color is Elmo? Who is Dora's friend? What county is St. George in? - The toddlers each receive $10 are slipped the real bill, as they are handed play money. The cash each . player earns is theirs to keep or for Christmas shopping. Georgia Buss, 70, retired teacher, Provo also. Their mothers &p ! newspmeir carrier. ; - ' K O her friend made these strawberry ornaments when she was younger. Kayla Betts, 14. Payson Every year in December, when the air turns cold. I think about two merry boys with brown eyes and another with blue eyes waiting with their two blonde sisters for the 15th day of December. On that day three miniature Wise Men mounted on camels would be placed in their eager little hands to begin . their journey. We had just finished reading about the wise men's travels from the pages of the Bible.-Thtreasured gifts they would bring to baby Jesus were awesome! Samples of frankincense and myrrh had come from Jerusalem to our family. Humbly, our children loved to smell the delightful odors of the wise men's special gifts. Before they went to bed they whispered, "Tomorrow is the day our wise men will begin to journey far." Our Christmas tree glittered with shining lights aglow in the living room. A manger underneath the tree had sheep and 4. tzar . ' and t.kes. My mom. my brother and put up our Christmas tree. We put candy canes on it. There are as many candy canes as there rare davs until Christmas. Then - we eat them as the days come and go Mv dad. my brother and I go sledding at Peteetneet or the mountains. My favorite place is Sheep Creek. Sometimes it is very steep, and my dad will hook the sleds to the four- wheeler and carry us up the ". L Y I Traditions . see my years oid Our family shares, presents. We eat hamburgers, hot dogs: and ribs. We eat salad and pies During Christmas Santa Claus making a visit and not liking the dreadful noise, especially so near Christmas. There usually followed a quiet spirit prevailed and we repented by going to our bedrooms to read or work puzzles, but mother benefited the most and she always wore a special smile of understanding. A few nights before Christmas Eve was the time for us to write a letter to Santa, and tell him what we hoped he would bring us. mentioning how much we loved him and that we had tried to be good. Then we ed the letter, wrapped a string around it to secure it as we tied them to the outside doorknob. What a sight for the mailman to see! With bated breath we left them dangling there; fully con fident the answers to our precious letter would be answered by Santa Claus himself We were never disappointed,, the next morning a thundering of feet and squeals of joy as we each unrolled the string around Santa's reply. We usually had a reminder of guilty habits and once my bttle brother Norman was promised, he would get coal in his stocking! He was shocked into immediate repentance and that fear clutched all our hearts. But Santa always reassured us of his love and cautioned us to help our parents more. On Christmas morning.' usually very early, we would creep out softly for our long brown stockings hanging where we had left them the night before after a wonderful home evening, howls of excitement rent the cold Canadian air. Santa was quite the poet, he wrote funny little poems to go with the gifts in our stockings and in the toe. Daddy Santa stuffed a pomegranate. He came from Mesa. Ariz., so he knew how important they were. They tasted like Christmas and we showed it. too. from the red juice that drizzled ' down our A Discover Exp. I. 'to L o) |