Gingerbread Man

I'll run and run as fast as I can
You can't catch me
I'm the gingerbread man

From my last library trip, I got a couple of Christmas books. I'm glad I did because I think I know what Christmas is now. I mean I hear Mums and Pops say it a lot lately and I really thought it was just another word.

Christmas.
Christmas is a tree.
Christmas is colorful balls thingy.
Christmas is lights around the house.

But after reading my new borrowed books, Christmas is new things. Like sitting on Santa's lap, being a good boy, gingerbread cookies, going to Sun Dyago and presents. Presents!

Like today.  Pops got me a special surprise today.



My very first gingerbread man! It looks pretty snazzy and just like the one in my book...two hands, two feet, the face, the buttons...but...it taste yucky-yuks. I took one bite and patooey. I don't understand why all those animals wanted to catch it if it tastes like this. And where was the fox? The fox should take my gingerbread man away.