My parents went to absurd lengths to keep the idea of Santa
alive. I can remember things like them putting swatches of red cloth on the fireplace and trail soot footprints
in our living room. No wonder I had such strong beliefs in magical things.One of my fondest memories of when I truly believed in things like fairies, the Easter bunny, Santa and magic reindeer, was from when I was in first grade.
Anyone who knows me well, knows that my memory is fuzzy to say the least. So the following is a fuzzy recollection from my memory.
In my first grade class we each made a gingerbread man.
We were given a ball of dough which we rolled out carefully and uncoordinated we used the gingerbread shaped cookie cutters. There was a lot of effort put into these. As most kids around the age of seven it was very important that we individualize them. There were different kinds of candies, so we made special designs and placed the candies. As our gingerbread men were sent away to get baked our teacher surprised us with a story.
In my first grade class we each made a gingerbread man.
We were given a ball of dough which we rolled out carefully and uncoordinated we used the gingerbread shaped cookie cutters. There was a lot of effort put into these. As most kids around the age of seven it was very important that we individualize them. There were different kinds of candies, so we made special designs and placed the candies. As our gingerbread men were sent away to get baked our teacher surprised us with a story.
She read us the story of the gingerbread man. "Run, run as fast as you can..."
Of course our story was amended and our gingerbread men just broke their legs or arms (instead of being eaten by a fox).
To our amazement and surprise when they returned from being baked OUR gingerbread men were missing arms or legs.
I can remember really truly believing the story.
My gingerbread man actually broke his leg while running around creating mischief.
Silly gingerbread man!
To our amazement and surprise when they returned from being baked OUR gingerbread men were missing arms or legs.
I can remember really truly believing the story.
My gingerbread man actually broke his leg while running around creating mischief.
Silly gingerbread man!
For fun, I read the boys the story of the gingerbread man.
We had a gigantic pre-made gingerbread guy that simply needed decorating. So we decorated it.
We had a gigantic pre-made gingerbread guy that simply needed decorating. So we decorated it.
Mitchel was not here, he was attending his FIRST ever middle school dance! (*sigh*)
Brayden and August had it covered though...
Unfortunately our Gingerbread man was cracked before we even got started.
All day long August begged me to decorate him, but I kept telling him we needed to wait for his brothers.
By the time we were ready to go pick up Brayden from school August had already eaten one arm and leg!
The boys did not mind having an incomplete gingerbread man to work on. August opened the packages of candy and Brayden spread the icing.
I told August not to use his teeth.
He proceeded to tell me in his matter-of-fact way
"Mom, teeth are strong and for ripping stuff."
I replied that "scissors are strong too!"
Ugh...
August still used his teeth to open the individually wrapped mints...
I was surprised there was any decorations left, the way the boys ate while they decorated.
The poor armless, legless gingerbread man donned with candy!
hey, I remember believe the gingerman story to be true too. And I must say, your pictures are amazing. I love the detail in your storytelling, and your genuineness. It's refreshing and beautiful.
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