HOLIDAY FOR THE GINGERBREAD MAN

The gingerbread man was baked in a little oven

In a house full of merry

With all the traditional holiday stuffin

So excited was he on the counter top

He ran to find his home made of jelly drops.

Scurrying to red and green paths, so bright and airy

He came upon a decorated tree big and tall

Alas, alas that was not his home at all.

Riding the steel train round around the trunk,

Bells and whistles he clearly debunked

This too was not his home, he thunk.

Then, crossing the yuletide hearth

The gingerbread man braved terrains

Past those fiery logs with excitement and mirth.

“Yippee skippee, cheers to adventure!”

“Yet where oh where is my realm, to call my sugary domain?”

“Maybe I’ll find it in this red stocking fixture?”

Down and down he rummaged through the toys

To find a motorized plane made out to the neighborhood boys.

The gingerbread man took the challenge and deployed

Up and up he went to see a new vantage point.

Over the land of evergreen reefs, snow filled windows and presents

Was a joy to see in the corner of his raisin eye

The aromatic kitchen, a sweet smell that filled the sky.

From which he came, landing the jet on the counter top

Was that delicious cookied home of gummy drops.

Suddenly it all made sense…

The gingerbread man laughed with glee

As he realized you don’t have to run very far or flee

So may you look about, be aware and self compose

Your home may just be right under your frosting icing lil' nose

The gingerbread man walked through his cookie crumbly abode

Laying down to sleep, wishing everyone a holiday peace so bestowed.

By Johanna Vanderspool

December 23, 2010