I purchased a sweet, little gingerbread house in hopes that my sweet, not-so-little-anymore boys would help me decorate it.
We would make memories that they will forever cherish in their sweet, little hearts.
Unfortunately, when I opened the box, the sweet, little gingerbread house was battered and broken.
And, my sweet, not-so-little-anymore boys had no desire to build a sweet, little gingerbread house with their mother.
That is, until my youngest son’s punk friend came over.
They had no plans of making a sweet, little gingerbread house.
They had other ideas.
It was no gingerbread house I’d ever seen.
Sweet it was not.
Christmas chaos more like…
You tell me…
What gingerbread house has a basketball hoop and a ramp??
(That is a basketball player with a peppermint head. I think.)
What gingerbread house does not have four walls and a roof on top??
Apparently this one.
I don’t even know how to describe it.
I mean, you can clearly see, it was a mess.
A big, chocolate-y, sprinkle-y, crumbly mess.
A boy mess.
Memories were made.
Fun was had.
Sugar was consumed.
Here’s hoping you and yours create happy, memorable Christmas chaos, too!
Merry Christmas Eve,
(phone-camera pics, again. sorry.)