‘Twas a cold December night when all through the house, not a creature was stirring—not even a mouse.
The day had been a long one, with many details to complete, so I considered instead a diversion, a decorative feat.
I pulled out a gingerbread house kit I had bought two years ago and jumped into the project with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head. Directions, don’t you agree, just make for la…
