As I get older, I become more and more about traditions. Isn’t that funny? The first part of life you spend imagining how you’ll do things when you’re in charge. And now I am in charge and I’m more and more insistent on doing things the way we’ve always done them. I’m apparently a 90 year old woman living in a 35 year old body.
Gingerbread houses are becoming a tradition that we always host. We’re running on our third year now.
What a difference a year makes, huh?
As all good gingerbread house parties go, there was festive food.
My classy decor involved jamming a string of Christmas lights into a vase. I know, I know, I’m a regular Sandra Lee. And yes, Miss Rae is shirtless. I have no explanation.
And then the competition began.
And I do mean competition. These people take their gingerbread housing seriously.
Team Grandma/J Man and the winner of the title “Most Colorful”
Team Papa/Miss Rae and the winner of the title “Most Delicious”
Team Unk C/ Matty B and the winner of the title “Neatest/Cleanest Presentation” (they won this one by a landslide)
This event is fast becoming one of my very favorite Christmas traditions. With a name like Holley, are you even surprised?