A Bershon Christmas

My mom sent me some pictures of our ginger bread house competition. We would set-up tables in our garage and turn on heaters so we didn't freeze to death:

We'd invite all of our home school group over to make gingerbread houses out of a graham crackers. Eventually it grew to be so big we had to rent out a skating rink and hold the competition there. I think that they still do it. My mom has left a legacy!

It was a lot of fun, but I certainly wouldn't let on:

I was just too bershon for that!