This year, my Mom decided to try out a new tradition, and bought materials for ginger-bread house making. It was a contest of course, because in my family everything is, and at first I was thoroughly put out because it meant I would be competing against my architect-major sister in a house building contest, and my Mom wouldn't let me hire her to build my house instead of building it myself. My Dad opted out of building and declared himself judge. So, armed with half an hour, tubs of frosting, and a limited supply of graham crackers, we got to work.
My Mom, based her design on our actual house, complete with a pretzel fence and everything.
I decided to go for a more dramatic approach, and built my ginger bread house inspired by St. Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna.
See? Spitting image basically.
The real Christmas miracle here was that the roof actually stayed up like that.
My sister, the Future Architect, got all modern and Frank Lloyd Wright on us.
Then I asked my Dad to take a picture of all of us since he copped out from his judging responsibilities and named the contest a 3-way tie. He instead got a candid shot of us all clearly hard at work during the construction of the houses.
My Mom told me to clear the table before taking a picture, but I told her this was more authentic. Then she moved my beer out of the picture.
The proud builders with their master pieces.
Today, in case you haven't heard, the NorthEast is besieged with blizzard like conditions, so boxing day has been celebrated with a fire, snacks and movies. I'm making my parent's rent Inception on On-Demand, but first my Mom is insisting that we watch the weather channel so that we can make fun of the meteorologists freaking out over...wait for it... 6 INCHES OF SNOW GOD HELP US!!!!!
Happy Holidays. (even if it is what terrorists say).