New Year's Eve fireworks

We spent New Year's Even in Utah where (as I might have mentioned once or twice in my last post) it was COLD. Hauling ourselves anywhere in the sub-freezing temperatures held absolutely zero appeal, so instead we had yummy Mexican food take-out and stayed in the warm house. We did manage to inject a bit of festivity in the form of a box of leftover fireworks from my dad's garage. The women and children watched from the bedroom windows while my Dad and The Mister carried out the pyrotechnics in the backyard snow field. I had fun playing with my camera settings to get a few pictures. I'm not sure it transfers over in Blogger, but you can see the sparkle of the snow reflecting the light of the fireworks!

At 11 p.m. we told the kids it was midnight and let them bang pots and pans in the front yard. They didn't go too far from the front steps in the frigid night air! We wore tinsel bedecked hats, shot party poppers all over the kitchen and the kids blew horns enough to deafen all of us. No wonder I dreamed about geese that night.

We didn't get dressed up fancy or go to a sparkling party but as far as I'm concerned, our celebration was just right!