The traditional gingerbread houses had a prominent place on the counter here in our kitchen. Although I never saw anyone attacking the houses, little by little the candy disappeared. First, there was one piece missing, then another, and pretty soon significant parts of the house were missing. And, finally one day, the houses just collapsed. The remnants are coming with us in the car - great car snack on our travel to Missouri.
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