Because we didn't get to cut our own tree this year, (See next post) I got talked into (manipulated) into doing gingerbread by my diabetic ("We didn't even get to cut down a tree or go clam-digging because you got run over by a car...blah blah blah...") Plus, Katie wanted to do them, so here we were on Christmas Eve. Sarah and Quinten with there insulin triggering creation:Lily, Rebecca, and Logan with theirs. (Mia helped, but wouldn't be in the photo).

Here's mine and Dale's. Hard to see, but Rudolph is mounted as a hunting trophy above the door.


Katie and Arlen's work of art.