A Gingerbread House Massacre

Craftiness and creativity are in the eyes of the beholder, or in the slightly delusional state of someone sick.

For a family activity over the weekend, Dallin's mom bought three gingerbread house-making kits. We all split off into teams and started crafting away, with Dallin and his older brother, Kevin, on my team. 

Everything was going pretty normal for the first little bit. Dallin was feeling sick so Kevin and I were working on putting up the house and starting to decorate it. We added peppermint stepping-stones, cotton candy snow, just your basic gingerbread house amenities. And then Dallin got ahold of one of the gingerbread men and started decorating it. 

That's when things started to get a little weird. 

Dallin made this: A speedo sporting pirate who is flipping everyone off. 

So Kevin and I decided it would be a PIRATE gingerbread house. We decorated the roof, made an "X" marks the spot, and stuck a skull and crossbones over the door, all while Dallin was working on his other gingerbread man.

We were ready for the next pirate, but instead Dallin gave us this...

A zombie gingerbread man, who is coming up out of the ground and eating a poor, defenseless gummy bear. 

According to Dallin, this zombie is a shipmate to the pirate, but he stole a piece of cursed gold and now will forever roam the earth as a zombie. But has no connection to Pirates of the Caribbean.

By this point, Dallin's mom had stopped calling our house cute, but Dallin and Kevin were on a roll, so of course the most logical thing to add next would be

Gummy bear heads on stakes. All along the peppermint walkway. With their decapitated bodies laying to the side. 

And finally, the piece de resistance, 

A "Ye be Warned" sign out front.

All in all, our house ended up looking like a Gingerbread House Massacre. 

But, hey, at least it's got some flare.