The Galloping Gingerbread Boy

I am chasing a galloping gingerbread, and the little old man and the Little old woman and a rake and a fork and a spoon are helping me When another villager begins yelling at the top of his musical scale, “Christmas is here! Christmas is here!” My eyes pop open. I am disoriented, not knowing where I am at first. The galloping gingerbread cookie has turned into a galloping real-live-boy! I must have fallen asleep on the couch, after sitting down for just a minute. Three children in the form of sixteen battalion of horses Hit those stairs like percussion instruments. They have discovered that Santa left half of a frosted cookie. Two are screaming while the oldest one devours it. My husband plods in from the kitchen and smarter than Nero, Forks over a chocolate-milked, double sugared, coffee. My hero! I see you got finished, He says to me, the wrapping-present-queen I nod. I was going to just sit down a second, before I came to bed. He smiles, knowing how fast sometimes the energizer bunny falls down in total exhaustion mode, in the form of his honey. Max throws himself into my arms, warm pajamas and all. A galloping gingerbread cookie, in the form of a live doll! Written 11-30-2018 Contest: Christmas Cheer Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues