For the past few years we have made it a tradition to go sledding on Christmas Eve. We drive up to South Fork in Provo canyon where there has always been enough snow for us to play with the grand kids.
Once everyone is worn out from playing in the fresh wintry air we head to Tepanyaki for a yummy meal prepared before our eyes. Every year there seems to be one child who is frightened of the fire. I wonder which of the kids are imagining how fun it would be to play with fire and knives everyday. And get paid for it. That smile is for REAL! I love spending time
with these awesome people.