I got six houses put together:
and after tomorrow they will be beautifully decked out for the holidays.
And for eating.
In the past, Santa has always left gingerbread house kits for the kids on Christmas morning. We then put them together sometime during the Twelve Days of Christmas. This has always worked well because Santa shops the after-Christmas clearance sales, picks up three kits, and squirrels them away for the following year. Santa never wants the girls to eat those gingerbread houses though, because -- yuck -- how good could they be after sitting in
But, last year, Santa struck out on the after Christmas clearance sales and there was nothing in the closet. So this year, Santa got creative and domestic. I suggested to Ramona that we try making delicious, edible ("We can really eat them?") homemade houses. Then, I told her, we can just suggest to Santa that he skip the kits this year. She was all for it.
So today I baked. And assembled. And called my friend for frosting advice. And asked Atticus, when he arrived home from work, if he came bearing wine. He hadn't.
"I thought you had some wine," he said.
"Not enough," I replied. And then made more royal frosting. Do you know how much of that stuff it takes to keep a roof on?
Tomorrow we'll add candy and other accoutrements and I'll soon report back on our progress. But for now I'm off to give my back a rest and enjoy a glass of something dry and red.