Gingerbread Championship 2011

For a couple of Christmases, my mom has had a "gingerbread" house competition, where we build things out of graham crackers. The last one was won handily by Ken and Meredith, and, if you know them, it will not surprise you to be told that they made t-shirts that said "Gingerbread Champions 2009" and wore it on the plane. They are always good for a laugh.

But I was not to be put off by their braggadocio. And after all was said and done, I was the Gingerbread Champion 2011.

Here is my house. The snowman put it over the top.

I also had a pond and a garden in the back. Ken--a sore loser--pointed out that my house would be awfully cold, what with the open roof. Details, details.

This was Nathan's contribution, a Batmobile.

Meredith's house, which caved in. Ken called it Concave House.

And Andrew's creation, which was . . . are you ready for this? . . . a prison.
Ha! The lifesavers are rolls of barbed wire, and there's a helipad on top.

After all, nothing says "Christmas" like a prison.