Traditions

Every year, since i was about 6 or 7 years old, my family has gotten together with another family to make gingerbread houses.
Us 4 kids plus their 4 (all girls) can get pretty crazy around each other (especially with the influence of sugar!).

It has been a sort of un-spoken competition between the families to see who can get the most candy on the structure without making it look tacky . . . though when hundreds of candies are greedily pasted onto a not-so-big structure with cement-icing as paste, tackiness is inevitable.

Well, last night was that night of tradition.
With lots of food, and candy, the constant chatter and tossing of candy . . . the party never tiers.
This year, however, a vital part of our party was gone. It was a sad time and the Gingerbread Palace suffered in the candy department because of it.

My siblings banned my aid in the decorating. In the first 5 minutes i decorated a reindeer (later named Franklin Bernard) . . . and after that i was demoted to the sorting of candy. Of course, i excelled in my new task, and while my siblings decorated our palace i sorted the candies (into piles i want to eat and piles i must eat).


~my mommy likes my art work~