In one of those gingerbread houses lived a couple. This couple had been married for five years. The husband’s name was Prancer Vixen. Prancer Vixen is thirty minutes old baked at 375 degrees. He had big arms, chocolate frosted hair, deep blue gumdrop eyes. He was six gumdrop buttons tall. His wife’s name was Holly …show more content…
That was until December fourth. On this day Holly had the worst day of her life. She was fired from Snowmen Sleds Emporium. Her boss told her that she was scaring away the customers with all her sobbing and depressing demeanor. When she got home to her apartment she found that the divorce papers had arrived and to top it all off she spilt coffee on her favorite shirt. It was made of 100 percent Twizzlers. At this time Holly made a rash decision, one that would lead to the biggest mistake of her …show more content…
They drove past the cider rivers, through the frosted mountains, and beyond the evergreen mint forest. They drove so far till they weren’t in candyland anymore. They took rest in a foreign land. It had an abnormally large tree that was covered with thousands of twinkling lights and strangely shaped hanging objects. There was a giant fire a glow in the in the wall. They fell asleep to the sound of soft carols being sung by a choir. They had woken up to the sound bells and pounding footsteps on the roof top. A small mushroom cloud of smoke came out of the hole in the wall. A giant who wore a red suite tumbled out. Prancer and Holly were struck with terror. “Holly baker of all bakers it’s him!” cried Holly, “The stories are true the scary gingerbread eating fat man exist.” “It’s Santa!” Prancer whimpered. When the cocoa finally discovered the crime scene all they could find were gingerbread