Dawn died saving her sister from drowning. She drowned.

Jingle bells strung on shoelaces In my memory I can see Dawns white toed sneakers with their laces all out and her centering the bell in the middle and relacing them in order to transformed them into joyful shoes. Our parents taught us to do good for others and spread Christmas cheer. The idea was that when you hear the bells remember it's Christmas and bring smiles and laughter everywhere you go. Dawn could be heard in the hallway at school, on the bus, at home, shopping and on the city sidewalks. Secret Sisters Joye Halley gave us the opportunity to serve one young woman each Christmas by assigning each girl a name of a person to befriend secretly during December. At the end we gave back a gift and discovered who our secret sister had been. We would go all out; dress up in our baggie cloths and stuff pillows underneath our clothes we were marshmallow shape so as to not be detected. Then out into the dark we would scamper to deliver a note with a simple message like "orange you glad it's Christmas! Love your secret Sister". We crept along the trees or brush and crawled along dich banks. After the doorbell or rapid knock, we ran to hide so as not to be caught. Laughing all the way home. Sleigh ride Up near the rodeo ground in Alpine the road was not plowed, and the snowstorms layered on the drifts of snow so all we saw was a blur of snow. Dad and Mom would tell us to get ready and into the station wagon if we wanted to go. That usually meant find several pairs of socks one for your mittens and two for your feet and a hat and coat and the red wooden sleds with waxed runners so we could fly. Sometimes we had a giant innertube from an old tractor and we would go tubing mostly at the bowel up at deer creek reservoir but once by candlelight up by the dry creek. Setting up the nativity We set up Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus, along with the donkey and cows inside the stable. The shepherds with their flocks and the three wise men with camels traveling from the east were lovingly placed on top of our piano. Dad played as we stood around singing "silent night with the Dawn of redeeming grace" one of Dawns favorites. Little hands loved touching and rearranging. Baby Jesus often went wondering. At birth Jesus was swaddled lovingly like unblemished lambs were and set apart and held sacred because of the saving role he had to play. We added a wrap of elastic band to keep him safely in sight, the center of our childhood Christmas. Angels Dressing up as holy angels on Christmas Eve for the ward Nativity lit up our Christmas. I love the photo in front of our flocked white tree of Dawn and me. Tenderly we clasped hands on which a CTR (choose the right/return to Christ) ring is seen. Dawn is our Angel sister watching over us ministering in times of need. "Wherefore, by the ministering of angels, and by every word which proceeded forth out of the mouth of God, men began to exercise faith in Christ...And the office of their ministry is to call men unto repentance and to fulfil and to do the work of the covenants of the Father...that they may bare testimony of him." Moroni 7:25,31 The inspiration from heavenly angels is as real as imprints of snow angles.