Time has cycled around to November again. My husband is still off work and although
long-term disability runs out in a few months, the honest truth is that I don’t
believe he’s anywhere near ready to go back to work yet. Still, he’s going to make the effort. After all, we can’t live on nothing and my
salary, while good for the area, is nowhere near enough to go it alone. I do worry about making a nice Christmas for
our young son, I can’t help but be thankful for what we do have. We are all healthy (relatively speaking that
is), we do have a roof over our heads, and we have extended family who love
us.
Since it’s going to be a carefully budgeted Christmas, I
decided I would be making gifts for those we usually give to. This list gets smaller every year out of
necessity, unfortunately. So instead of
rushing out to the stores and trying to find just the right thing, I decided
that gingerbread would be perfect. My
son agreed.
On my last payday I bought the biggest bag of flour I could
find, together with the other needed ingredients. This weekend the little guy and I are going
to make gingerbread. I have told him
that since Christmas is still a few weeks away we would only make the
gingerbread at this point. We will
freeze it and then a week before Christmas we will spend a day making it all
into gingerbread houses. I think we can
design a relatively little house that will go together fairly quickly. It will be a lot of fun for the both of us
and as he is approaching ten years of age, I know our days of spending quality
time together are likely dwindling.
If I get time before Christmas gets here, I will also make
some hard candy. Who knows, maybe we
could fill the little gingerbread houses with candy.
