Being a gingerbread man isn’t as nice as they all make it seem or picture it as. It’s a constant fight for survival. You might say survival of the fittest or at least the least tastiest. I personally hate being a gingerbread man, because I just can’t stand the holidays. They aren’t completely bad but it’s just not my cup of coco. Christmas songs are always playing and all thats on TV are Christmas shows. Now I know what you’re thinking, how are you able to do all of this? Well, I’m from a little place called Christopia, where it’s always Christmas. Then why don’t you leave you might ask. It’s because everyone who has got as sick and tired of this place as I have and left, never returned. There’s rumors that huge cookie eating, candycane crushing giants are outside of Christopia. Well that concludes my complaining in my journal for today!

-The GingerBread Man