I love miniature houses. I don't have room for a Christmas village. That's why I love to make gingerbread houses. Do you remember these from last year? It would have turned into the street I live on had it not been for my waning energy and patience. This year, with even less energy and time, I purchased a kit. The kids enjoyed themselves immensely, and Mama got to remind herself that it doesn't have to look perfect. Drips are charming. Mistakes are memorable. Ginger-people don't care about color balance. Candy is a treat. They can brush their teeth.