You Can't Catch Me . . .

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. . . I'm the Gingerbread Man, errrr, woman.

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I have the best gingerbread man recipe. It's quite complicated and has some strange chemical reaction thing going on in the middle of it, but once the dough is made, all the children come running to cut out their own gingerbread men or in this case, woman.
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In all my 23 years of baking it, there was only one year the children were uninterested and I had to rent the Steen children for my Christmas fun.
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The Steen children, Jesse pictured here in pink,
are the perfect rental children if you ever need
children to create your ole timey downhome Christmas.

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When I rented the Steen children, my children recognized the fleeting nature of their position and I never had to rent children again.
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Each year the cookies serve a different constituent. One year I passed them around the guys at the local junkyard (sorry, Doug, I know, it's an empire). Another year, the Wok n Roll TakeOut guys got my cookies (I had spent many a lunch there that year). Another year I shaped the gingerbread men like cowboys and took them to the local horse show.
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This year the cookies are for... my...

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...Tacky Tour Bus Party.

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I know! Right?

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Tacky Tour alone is great. Bus Party by itself is great. Put them together and you party like it's 1999.

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A crowd of us snarky people will board the short bus tonight and tour the tackiest Christmas lights in the Columbia area.

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Hot chocolate splashing, gingerbread crumbs flying as we squeal and jump, point and laugh, awarding homes the Tacky Jacky, the Junior Tacky, The Griswold and the Classy Tacky.

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So that's what my cookies are for this year. My Bus Party. See you there?