PHOTO ESSAY

Everyone is excited to experience the magic of Christmas, but they have to bundle up warmly against the cold. This is Michaela our daughter, and Joel Hodges, our grandson.

Enter through this gate into a park that has been dressed up to enchant visitors.

Even pioneer wagons are festive and take on the glow of the season.

The streets are bathed in color from the lit buildings and carols play, filling the air with music.

This is a replica of the Pine Valley Meetinghouse. It was built by a shipbuilder, so the interior is made like an upside down hull.

Socks are laid out to dry on the table in this small cabin, reminiscent of the first family of 13 who lived here

The cabin smelled like cooking sausage, potatoes and carrots—all being roasted on the hearth.

The moon adds its own magic, brighter than the brightest Christmas lights.

pstairs at the Pine Valley Meetinghouse, puppet angels talked about the coming of the Lord and the assignments they would receive.

We gathered around a fire to hear the old-fashioned story of spiders who spinned their webs on a Christmas tree to welcome the Christ child.

O Come All Ye Faithful, visitors sang joyfully around a blazing bonfire.

Even before visitors enter the door to Heritage This is the Place Park’s Candlelight Christmas, they have already had a sweeping view of lights twinkling in the Salt Lake Valley and trees that are bedecked at Hogle Zoo.