It is the day that we wait for all season… time to burn the
gingerbread house.
Over the years we have put the house outside for the birds to eat (no use—the birds don’t want old candy either), tried to firecracker it to death (a big disappointment—it doesn’t blow up like on cartoons, whack it with a baseball bat (it was ok, but fraught with danger of swinging bats and everyone wanting a turn) then finally we came up with putting it in the fireplace. FABULOUS!! When it starts burning, you hear the sizzling of the sugar, then smoke starts pouring out of the window, and soon fire out of the windows. Later, the house collapses and the Christmas season is officially over.
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