First a story...
Snow blew outside while flour flew inside. The final batch of gingerbread cookies were out of the oven.
In the middle of the cookie sheet sat a cheeky fellow tapping his toes waiting to spread his unique brand of holiday cheer.
“I’m Gingerbread Fred. I may be made of sugar and spice, but I’m anything but nice!”
As he jumped off the cookie sheet, Fred took the hand, just the hand, of the gingerbread man next to him.
“I was just trying to give him a hand, but I guess he wanted to give ME one!”
Fred sprinted across the countertop and took a flying leap, PLOP, into the bowl of icing. He sunk to the bottom. As Mrs. C spread icing on another gingerbread man, Fred popped up and body slammed the other cookie.
An arm, a leg, and a gingerbread head floated in the icing. “I guess that’s how the cookie crumbles!” said Fred.
Fred juggled the rainbow gum drops. Higher and higher, faster and faster the candy flew until it was sticking to the shelves.
Fred didn’t know there was someone living on those shelves.
Elf did not take kindly to Fred’s shenanigans. (And Elf used to be a major league pitcher.)
Pew! Pew! Pew!Elf on the shelf threw the gum drops right back at Fred.
Fred dashed back to the cookie plate just as Santa’s hand came down.
|Merry and Bright!|
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