This post is part of Ruth Ayres Celebrate Link up. Thanks, Ruth for this great opportunity to celebrate.
I let my mom guilt trip herself into making a gingerbread house again this year. She makes such amazing houses. Open windows, and chocolate stone chimneys, tootsie roll firewood piles and powdered sugar snow. The smell of the gingerbread and the fudge glue takes me back to my childhood; and I love that it is a part of my kids’ holiday traditions too.
Things started so promising, I could almost smell that gingerbread through the texted picture:
Then this morning my mom texted again.
A roof collapse. And later, “It’s getting worse”
So tonight when the grandparents arrived with the gingerbread house, and we were warned not to laugh too hard, we were ready.
We still laughed. (Sorry mom)
We still decorated it. We tried to decide what the lesson was here. Christmas isn’t about perfection? You can decorate any situation? It’s not about the roof? Gingerbread is yummy even when it’s broken?
We laughed at our efforts – even the glue wasn’t working tonight.
Meanwhile, my mom brought another handmade gift. Another house: a paper replica of our old home. Amazing treasure.
The smell of gingerbread
The smell of gingerbread baking or just sitting with its fudge glue is enough Organizing the candy on plates or just watching kids sneak a taste is enough Powder sugared gingerbread memories are perfect But Gingerbread time with family collapsed roofs and failing icing is enough