Gingerbread city

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a body was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicolas soon would be there...

/ Clement Clarke Moore /

It wasn't even close to the night before Christmas when we decided to make a gingerbread house. A project we didn't do together for years. We draw the walls and roofs, chimneys, and streets later to be baked into one big city, where gingerbread people with snowy hats walk on the streets filled with snow.