The Gingerbread House

It seems every Christmas bring about some sort of "tragedy." Although this was not the Bumphus' bloodhounds stealing the holiday turkey, nonetheless, our gingerbread house had to be condemned.

Inspectors arrived on the scene and could not determine if shoddy construction or inferior materials were the cause of the accident.

Just two years ago after high winds on Christmas Eve in 2008, the jolly old elf  crashed into my tree row.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.