The week before last we drove to the redneck capitol of the world Gatlinburg to see the lights. They were lovely, though it was a little hard to discern actual Christmas lights from regular street signage.
We spent Thanksgiving in Chicago with family, during which I took more than 300 photos. (Look for those treasures throughout the week.) Yesterday, when we should’ve been resting and recouping, we put up outdoor Christmas lights. They look beautiful and tasteful, and I’m so thankful my own Clark Griswold wasn’t afraid to get on the roof.
We’ll tackle inside decorations as weeks go on, but for now, it’s time for school and that means I have go drag Jackson out of bed.