Now, on to Christmas. Saturday we attended the Gingerbread House making party my haircutter lady has every year. Personally, I wouldn't classify it as a party, but that's what she calls it, so that's how I'll refer to it here. At the 'party' we bring stuff for our gingerbread houses and she makes all the frosting. Then we assemble our houses and leave. She invites her and her husband's immediate family and their spouses and children, as well as some cousins and aunts and friends of cousins and aunts. We are the only ones who aren't related. I'm not positive why she keeps inviting us, but I have my suspicions.
This year, we decided to build a Christmas village. Each of us designed and decorated our own building. As you may notice from the picture, instead of doing the traditional 3-D house, we just built facades. So much easier! So much less swearing and anger! All-in-all, a success. Although the mice will sure be disappointed this year when they try to move in. But maybe that disappointment will change into happy surprise when they realize they can use them to stage their own tiny production of Fiddler on the Roof.
Gingerbread and frosting make for great building material. It's somewhat sturdy, smells delicious, and is super easy to repair. Sometimes I wish our house was made of Gingerbread. It would make all the remodeling I have planned so much easier. Plus, all the neighbors would be jealous.
My haircutter lady and her husband told us that building just the facades was cheating. Back in high school I worked at a gas station with her husband. For like a year. Just the two of us. The odd thing is, he claims he has absolutely no recollection of me. How is that even possible? I may not be the most memorable of people, but come on---I gave him a stuffed monkey for crying out loud! How could you forget that? Okay, this not at all relevant to the Gingerbread story, let me continue.
So every year my haircutter lady's many relatives create candy and cookie architecture miracles. They truly are a wonder to behold. I'm sorry I don't have any pictures to share. One year, one of the brothers made the SLC Temple. It looked just like it, except with cookies and stuff instead of granite. Another year, her husband made one of the castles from the Lord of the Rings---incredible. This year, a woman who may have been the sister of the wife of a brother (I'm not really sure, because I get them all mixed up) made a replica of the Yellowstone Lodge. She even decorated the inside! It was like looking at the actual lodge---from really far away. Another brother made a copy of some famous jewish ziggurat (I know what you're thinking, that's what you were going to build this year, right?).
So in the midst of all this, we created our 'village'. Bear in mind, although it may not look like it, I actually planned it out. I even created a blueprint of each building. There are two residential houses (Asher's and Ryder's), one gas station (Reni's) and one city building (mine). It was going to be amazing. In my mind it was like a miniature version of the city in that Christmas movie where the angel made it seem like that one guy was never born...I forget the name. For some reason, the vision in my head never, ever even comes close to our actual creations. It's always like that.
I'm beginning to wonder if we are being invited each year as a joke. Maybe after we leave, they all get together and make fun of our ridiculous gingerbread houses. Maybe that's one of their most treasured family traditions; making fun of our family. Maybe next year I'll pay a professional gingerbread house maker to make us a gingerbread version of the Taj Mahal and then act like we are building something, then after a half-hour or so, secretly pull out the Taj Mahal and pretend like we did it. Who'd be laughing then?