I should admit at the outset that I. LOVE. CHRISTMAS. The stretch between Thanksgiving and New Year's Day is by far my favorite time of year because just about everyone gets on board with the holiday spirit. Decorations pop up everywhere, whether it's snowflakes, Santas, nativity scenes, or menorahs. I seriously can't get enough of it. There are plenty of other holidays in the year (Mr. Great Indoors' favorite is Halloween), but there's no other time of the year as unified as this one. There's a happy vibe around, perfect strangers greeting each other with "Happy Holidays," and holiday music on the radio. How can you NOT love that?! (However, I am of the opinion that the Christmas season doesn't officially start until Santa comes through the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade.... so it irritates me a little bit when I walk into a store BEFORE HALLOWEEN and hear Christmas music. But to each his own.)
All that said, it shouldn't be surprising that at the first chance I got I slapped up our Christmas decorations. Mr. GI and I got back from Thanksgiving on Saturday afternoon, and by the time it got dark I was hauling our red and green totes out of the attic. Accompanied by "It's a Wonderful Life" on the TV (does anybody else miss that movie coming on directly after the T-Day parade? silly dog show...), I had 98% of the decorations up by the time Mr. Great Indoors came out of hiding by bedtime. Here's a peek at Christmas in the Great Indoors this year!