I believe I did warn you that I had serious Gingerbread House plans. I had high hopes and spent more money on it than I should have. Such is life in Mickey World. But I had a plan, and not even disaster was going to stop me. And it didn’t.
I didn’t intentionally choose a time when Mom was away, but maybe that was at least subconsciously a factor. You see, as sober Jehovah’s Witnesses we are not allowed to celebrate Christmas. And no one says gingerbread is specifically Christmassy. So we broke out the necessary supplies and started down paths of frosting and sugar plums.
I warned them that the main objective was to write a blog post. The Princess broke out a fake smile for the occasion, but Henry decided to duck out of pictures to the best of his ability. Hands are okay, I guess.
We proceeded with great care according to my evil plan. And everything seemed to be going well. Of course, da Momma had to show up to say, “What’s this? You’re celebrating Christmas?”
“No, Mom,” we all lied.
It was really starting to look like a success. But Mom started eating building supplies. And the whole thing was constructed according to directions, so the weight of the heavily frosted and decorated roof was supported only on the strength of quick-drying frosting that didn’t really dry fast enough. The dream began to slowly slide apart.
Furious finger supports became absolutely necessary. We battled to keep it from slipping apart into sugary oblivion. But what could we ultimately do? One final picture before the inevitable maybe?
And then… the end.
Ah… Phoobah!
But, I think in looking back on it, even though clean-up would prove nearly fatal for old diabetic me… it was a success. We got away with a bit of Christmas. My family (except for Dorin who is away this holiday overseas with the Marine Corps) got to spend some quality time together. We got to make something we were proud of, if only momentarily. And we had enormous amounts of fun and laughter. The best things in life are like that. They are only with us for a moment. But the memory is a treasure to keep for a lifetime.
Catch a Falling Star 
Ginger is the spice of life. And, it can build memories. Peace be with you. Keith
Ginger is a life-saver for me. It is a spice that makes inflammation in my lungs behave better. Breathing more leads to better-built memories. Thanks for the peace. May you have your fair share too… and even a little more than that.
My daughter and one of my sons made Ginger bread cookies, so I have been munching down on that spice for days. Happy New Year.
Good for you! We have been eating a gingerbread house that not only wasn’t earthquake-proof, it wasn’t gravity-proof.
I like the photo of the house with the gunshot victim in the front of it the best.
He was buried under rubble when the house caved in. But I dug him up and ate him personally.
Delicious rubble. That might have to be the name of a new cookie made from the body parts of other cookies.
Good for you to find a fun way to celebrate what’s worth celebrating this season–family, fun, laughter, togetherness. And thanks for sharing the great pictures. I was looking through the first few going, “What fiasco? This house looks good to me.” And then, “DOH!” Sweet oblivion.
I glad you saw it through to the end. And it was a delicious fiasco.
Fun should always be the priority. Ginger is good for many ailments.
I agree with that wholeheartedly.