There once was a little train. "Chug, chug, chug. Puff, puff, puff...." The little train happily carried a whole load of toys to the other side of the mountain. She chugged away merrily. But all of a sudden she stopped with a jerk! She couldn't move anymore. Help! But the Shiny New Engine, Big Strong Engine, and the Rusty Old Engine all passed by and would not help the little train, all leaving saying "I can not. I can not. I can not." The toys were so sad. Suddenly, they saw another engine coming....a Little Blue Engine. The toys asked her, "oh will you please help us get over the mountain, the children need us." The Little Blue Engine responded, "I'm not very big..." but she wanted to help and agreed to try. She tugged and pulled and started off very slowly....Up, up, up. Faster and faster and faster the little Blue engine climbed.
"I think I can. I think I can. I think I can."
At last, they reached the top of the mountain! The little Blue engine smiled. "I thought I could." This goes out to anyone who just needs a little extra boost at this time, whether you're like me and are experiencing occasional panic attacks, or feeling as if you might go ballistic, bananas, berserk or freakin ape while becoming comfortable and familiar with the unforgiving, creepy silence of library...or maybe just having a bad day, this is for you. Today a young lady in one of my classes couldn't stop herself from bursting into tears when she discovered eight pages of recently written paper...gone. I could have cried for her, I think some of us almost did. I looked over at the girl next to me and her eyes were filled with emotion for this young lady. To all of you: we're in this together. You too, like the little Blue engine, can do it. To my psychotic, maniacal roommates (namely Jessica): breathe, do not let the library be the end of your existence. To Jesse: As you said, "well, this paper will be done Thursday, one way or the other"....You can do it too! To my sisters: Driving for twenty hours in a 60 hour period really isn't all that bad. We can do it. I love you all.
This past weekend was quite Christmasy. It started with the traditional "An Alpine Christmas". A lovely little pageant that my former and brilliant violin teacher, April Moriarty, among other talented artists and musicians, perform at every year. My parents help run the show each year, and it has become a tradition in our family.
The next day, Jesse and I went up with our friends Ryan, Allison, Steve and Chelsey to see the beautiful lights at temple square. They were charming, as always. We were able to see all the nativities from around the world, walk around the temple grounds, drink hot chocolate that tasted very Christmasy, and also go to see the Salt Lake Festival of Tree's, which I really enjoyed. Our favorite tree was a blue and silver one that had been named "Silver Bells". There were also displays of wreaths and other Christmasy things. Jesse had to restrain me from eating the ginger bread houses.
But the fun doesn't end there...My family, myself, and Jesse were able to attend the First Presidency Christmas Devotional on Sunday night. The devotional was such a wonderful start to the season! Christmas is a time of tradition, family, friends, and remembering the birth and the life of our Savior Jesus Christ. And then today, it snowed! Merry Christmas!