Our annual gingerbread house tradition was a flop this year.
It wasn't because I spent $50 on gingerbread kits.
It wasn't because I wasn't excited and cheered my family on.
It wasn't because we hate Christmas.
It's because my family were grumps that day.
Complaining about the frosting.
Complaining about their design ideas not coming together.
Crying baby in the background.
We didn't even finish those dadgum houses.
I chastised my family and cleaned up the mess in irritation.
They apologized and we all loved each other again.
But...the next day I felt sad looking at our unfinished houses.
So I threw them in the trash. Next year my family better be more enthusiastic about making gingerbread houses.
It was not a Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
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