one of the things I love most about gingerbread houses is that they are made for eating.
And one fine day when the feeling is just right, the house gets smashed and ruined!
Edible art at its best, and it wouldn’t be so delicious if it wasn’t for the fact that it has been standing there looking pretty and enticing.
A reminder of how fragile everything is – we just see the destruction of some things a little bit quicker.
And there is something beautiful also in ruins!
The gingerbread ruin – not made to be a ruin, but that’s how it turned out!
And I kind of like it. It makes room for us to make another house next Christmas.
The little tomte has definitely moved out! But I have a suspicion he, and his friends, might move back into our house in ten months’ time or so!