Utah Cultural Celebration Center
For the Tree of diversity Exhibit. I said that I would and I am so glad I did. It was really fun to dust off my creativity side of my brain. Sorry the pictures are not the best but you get the ideal. I also had to write a little diddy about the trees. I had the opportunity to decorate two trees. One is a Whimsical tree. Its to depict that Christmas is bright and fun with toys and Santa and all that crap but if you look in the middle of all the ciaos you will find the real reason for the season..baby Jesus. And in the middle of the tree is a little baby Jesus in a manger.
Here is the top of the tree.
The side. And I am sorry for the crappy pics. People were still decorating their trees and there was stuff in front of this tree. But I wanted to get a good enough pic of it. 
Here is my little poem of my tree:
The Reason For the Season
As winter starts to gather on the windows late at night
The smells of Christmas in the air is such a huge delight
Children dance around a tree, trimming it high and low
Toys and dolls with shiny ribbon tied up in pretty bows
Santa with his reindeer and his big red sack of toys
Delivering special gifts to all the good little girls and boys.
But, let us stop a moment and reflect on why we cheer
For it’s a humble baby boy that brings the spirit here.
He came to earth so humble, He was meek and He was mild
This is why we celebrate, its the birth of this small child.
He came to save the world from all their doubt and sin
So this Christmas season be sure to Let Him In.
The next tree I did like I said was a doll tree (click on pic to view larger) I put on all the dolls that my dad has given me over the years. Here is the front side. My favorite and very first doll is the pink bean bag baby of 1971. Its near the top next to my moms baby doll.
And you can see my Bride doll I had at my wedding. Its on the floor. 
Its the oldest one on there. I love it. Here is my little thing I wrote about the tree:
My Doll Collection
Probably before I can remember,
I had a doll.
Being the only girl in a family of boys,
My dad loved to spoil me with dolls.
A doll was the perfect gift for a little girl.
I remember I would wait with anticipation
Every time my dad would return from some exotic place;
For I knew that there, tucked deep in his suitcase,
Would be a doll, just for me.
My collection is unique.
My first doll is at the top next to my mother’s doll.
There are dolls from
I have homemade dolls and store bought dolls,
Dolls that cost a lot and ones that cost hardly anything.
But, I love each one because it is from my dad.
Thirty-six years later, Dad still bring me dolls,
But now they are not just for me,
They’re for my daughters to share in the love
My Collection is priceless
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