I was walking yesterday past a storefront  in our neighborhood, and I saw some gingerbread house pieces. Nothing special. No big deal. I walked on.

That night when I passed back by, I was transfixed. Those pieces had been given life, and an entire gingerbread village had popped up. The kid in me just stared, wondering how amazing it must be to lived in this place with all my ginger friends. It was beautiful.

So, of course, I had to get home, grab my camera and then head back out to the brave the chilly night and grab some pictures. Because these houses transported me into the land of Christmas, and I think that's the whole point of these things, anyways. 

You know, other than to be eaten.