Every year our uncle and aunt host a christmas party where we decorate gingerbread houses. Because of what I can only describe as a bizarre glitch in our genetic code the decorating quickly deteriorates into who can decorate their house with the most bizarre and crazy themes. We have had trailer park gingerbread houses and gingerbread houses that resemble a scene from Rambo made out of gingerbread men and cinnamon bears.
Last year Squash and her friends decorated a house…
Let’s just call this Squash’s (or any 12 year old’s) dream gingerbread house. I believe the theme was how-to-get-on-as-much-candy-as-possible-without-the-roof-collapsing.
-Brooke
