One day when you’re older, I have no doubt that you’re going to ask why we never participated in the tradition of decorating a gingerbread house. So I write you this letter to explain myself.
You see, in 2012 when you were 5, 3 and 1, I did attempt to create a gingerbread house. I saw this picture, and I knew that I could easily do the same:
I was hesitant to attempt to bake the gingerbread myself, so I bought a handly little gingerbread house kit. You were all so excited. And I was too!
But several things went wrong when I tried to follow the instructions.
First of all, the frosting that came with the kit broke my beaters.
Seriously – it was so stiff, that my beaters broke.
I should have stopped then, but your sweet little faces were just so excited about this gingerbread house. So I tried my very best to move forward. But the darn walls kept falling down.
But I didn’t let that stop me. Nope – I just grabbed the hot glue gun and started building.
And then I realized that I didn’t have much candy to actually decorate the house with. Stupid kit. You would have thought that was included.
So I gave you pretzels and a few M&Ms.
After it was all said and done, this is what you two came up with.
And you were so proud, that we had to keep it on display for an entire week.
Until one morning, we woke up and Big Hairy Dog had eaten it.
At least that’s what we told you. Really I threw it in the trash can outside.
So – kids – THAT is why we don’t decorate gingerbread houses.