Wake up Linnie! It's time to make Gingerbread Houses!
This one belongs to my sister...
She had one too many of those wax candy drinks...I have contacted the authorities.
These are the finished products. Can you guess which one is mine?
It's the one my sister named, "Santa's Outhouse." It's the best I could do with arms like a T.rex.
My sister put some gummie guards on duty to watch over her house. I don't know why...nobody wants to eat her house. Even she doesn't want to eat it and it's not because I licked everything when she wasn't looking.
I forgot to lick this side...
My favorite (only) daughter made this one...
I did not lick it.
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I can't believe you didn't invite me to your Annual Gingerbread House Extravaganza. I am the only one authorized to hand out the building permits on these no-income "housing" units. As far as I am concerned the Gingerbread Outhouse passes my inspection since is was the only real depiction of meeting the needs of the actual Elf Care Reform Proposal that I am introducing to congress after the holiday break.
I left a little surprise for you in the outhouse.
It isn't coal.
Oh My ! You are all ready for the White House (or should I say the Outhouse)
I couldn't even come close to any of those...I'd have eaten most of the decor before it's decorated!
Merry Merry to you all!
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