On the Seventh Day of Christmas. . .

. . .we made a gingerbread house.  We decided to make it easier on ourselves this year and just buy a kit.  Last year we made everything from scratch.  What I didn't count on was having to 

deal with a broken roof.

  

But not to worry, a lot of frosting and a little hot glue later and . . .

 

. . . voila!  Lovely.  

The funny thing is we had given up on it after the roof caved like four times and said, "That's it, take a picture and call it good."  And then it quit falling in. So the girls, and a few friends, really laid on the candy.  

It looked so good they kept eating it like Hansel and Gretel.  I even snuck a piece. . .those pieces really aren't meant to be eaten.  But it looks good enough to eat--and it will adorn my counter at least until Christmas.