It’s me: Tasty Boy

Hi there,
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I’m the Gingerbread Man. AmeliaJake was going to write about me and how sweet I look hanging on the tree. Then she saw the way the camera captured my facial expression and she is backing away slowly. By the way, it only appears as if I am carrying a bat; that is the side view of a flat ornament behind me.

Do I look a wee bit bent out of shape to you? I am. I am tired of Maxwoo and her insatiable appetite for my kind, as she calls us – Tasty Boys.

AmeliaJake was going to say how much she enjoys putting me on the tree and watching the lights reflect on my copper. She tucked me away for the year all comfy in a folder paper towel, gave me a little kiss even, but now she is considering resting something heavy on the lid. Foolish old lady, I have already escaped.

Taking down my favorite tree

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This is the tree in my sitting room; it is artificial, so sometimes I forget to take it down. It is my favorite tree because it has the traditional lights and my favorite ornaments . . . because most of them have a special place in my heart. Usually I have to tie it to the window latches so it won’t fall over; this year I used red ribbon because I forget to bring up twine and the ribbon was there.

The one below is the little blue-sequined angel; I’m fairly certain she came from a rummage sale. She reminds me of my good friend Andrea (aka Feisty) although Andy has long pig tails and carries a bunch of seashells with her. It is comforting for me to know part of the Feisty spirit is on the tree, doing her little dance and being festive.

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