Being a story teller from way back, I find it very hard to entertain little children and not tell some sort of story. However, I am never really sure how they are going to end. This of course is not exactly comforting to the parents. "then all the little children were eaten by the monster". Not a good ending...
This year, we made a Gingerbread house for Christmas with the very able assistance of my grand niece and Nephew who are 3 and 4. As you can see from the pictures-this was a true work of art! If you have ever worked with the icing from those kits you know it is like cement (as a matter of fact--that is what holds the house together-so it is cement). And the pieces of the house could seriously be used as self defense devices if you ever get robbed at Christmas. Just grab the roof off the house and fling it Frisbee style at the assailant and I guarantee he will be decapitated.
But getting back to Santa and the witch. During the making of the house, I had to keep them entertained while I outlined as best as possible, all the parts of the house. So I began telling them not to touch the house because a wicked witch lived in side and she would come out and eat them. They had to let me put the house together and seal it up so the witch could not get out. I then instructed them that the gingerbread men (that they desperately wanted to eat) were her guards and so they had to be very careful of them-no eating as they could be very mean.
Along about now my nephew says "aunt Judy-this better be going somewhere good". I must tell you--this is the first time I realized I had better have some sort of plan. But--Too late! we'd have to see where it went. Chloe was quite certain she could take the witch on herself and felt if I just gave her a chance to eat the house she would show me her witch superiority. so I had to make the witch REALLY nasty. More bad news for mom and dad.
Finally, the house was outlined and it was time to put all the doo dads on. And this is when we wrapped up the story.
Seems Santa comes at night and eats the gingerbread guards and goes in through the chimney and gets the witch out of the house so that every one is safe. But until then--no touching the house. So that is how the legend of Santa and the witch was born. Two fairy tales sort of melded into one Just like the TV shows that borrow characters from other shows to extend their plots. Hollywood has nothing on me. :).
This year, we made a Gingerbread house for Christmas with the very able assistance of my grand niece and Nephew who are 3 and 4. As you can see from the pictures-this was a true work of art! If you have ever worked with the icing from those kits you know it is like cement (as a matter of fact--that is what holds the house together-so it is cement). And the pieces of the house could seriously be used as self defense devices if you ever get robbed at Christmas. Just grab the roof off the house and fling it Frisbee style at the assailant and I guarantee he will be decapitated.
But getting back to Santa and the witch. During the making of the house, I had to keep them entertained while I outlined as best as possible, all the parts of the house. So I began telling them not to touch the house because a wicked witch lived in side and she would come out and eat them. They had to let me put the house together and seal it up so the witch could not get out. I then instructed them that the gingerbread men (that they desperately wanted to eat) were her guards and so they had to be very careful of them-no eating as they could be very mean.
Along about now my nephew says "aunt Judy-this better be going somewhere good". I must tell you--this is the first time I realized I had better have some sort of plan. But--Too late! we'd have to see where it went. Chloe was quite certain she could take the witch on herself and felt if I just gave her a chance to eat the house she would show me her witch superiority. so I had to make the witch REALLY nasty. More bad news for mom and dad.
Finally, the house was outlined and it was time to put all the doo dads on. And this is when we wrapped up the story.
Seems Santa comes at night and eats the gingerbread guards and goes in through the chimney and gets the witch out of the house so that every one is safe. But until then--no touching the house. So that is how the legend of Santa and the witch was born. Two fairy tales sort of melded into one Just like the TV shows that borrow characters from other shows to extend their plots. Hollywood has nothing on me. :).
Mom and dad took the gingerbread men from the house and left some crumbs. The next morning the children ran to the house to see the gingerbread men eaten-and of course-the witch was gone--thanks to Santa who once again saves the day!
The children thought the house was gorgeous and they had a great time putting it together so that is all that really matters. Thought you would enjoy a little Diva divergence...
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