Doheny’s face gleamed with excitement. She had worked hard to create the batter for gingerbread girl and boy cookies. Just then the buzzer went off. Slipping on an oven mitt, she took out the cookie sheet and proudly examined the girl cookies.
“Don’t eat me,” a voice whispered.
After glancing around the kitchen, she decided it was her imagination and slipped a tray of boy gingerbread cookies into the oven.
When the girl cookies were cool enough, Doheny decorated them. Using white icing, she gave each cookie eyes, a nose and mouth. Yellow icing was used for their hair, and pink icing for their dresses. Red hearts were placed down the front as buttons, and mini M&Ms adorned the bottom of every dress.
The timer buzzed as Doheny finished decorating the girl cookies. Removing the next batch, she heard, “No one will eat me!”
Turning, Doheny saw one of the gingerbread girls jump off the cookie sheet, land on the floor and run toward the door.
“STOP! COME BACK!” Doheny yelled and darted after the cookie.
The Gingerbread Girl looked at the baker, laughed, and said:
“Run as fast as you can!
I’m much faster than you
You’ll never catch me
I’m the Gingerbread girl
For sure, I am!”
And Doheny could not catch her.
So, the Gingerbread Girl jogged through the courtyard where Lyra and her dogs were playing.
“Yummy,” Lyra said, catching a whiff of gingerbread. “Stop little cookie, you’ve made me hungry, and I’d like to eat you!”
The Gingerbread Girl giggled:
“I’ve run away from Doheny,
And I can run away from you.”
Lyra and her dogs took off after the cookie who shouted back at her:
“Run as fast as you can!
I’m much faster than you
You’ll never catch me
I’m the Gingerbread girl
For sure, I am!”
And Lyra and her dogs could not catch her.
So, the Gingerbread cookie ran on and on.
Soon she sprinted by the corral where Highstep and Blitzen were.
“Stop little cookie,” Highstep shouted. “You look delicious, and I want to eat you!”
The Gingerbread Girl chuckled:
“I’ve run away from Doheny,
I’ve run away from Lyra and her dogs,
And I can run away from you.”
So, Highstep and Blitzen darted after her. As the cookie ran away, she looked back and exclaimed:
“Run as fast as you can!
I’m much faster than you
You’ll never catch me
I’m the Gingerbread girl
For sure, I am!”
And neither Blitzen nor Highstep could catch her.
When the Gingerbread Girl arrived at the toy workshop, she noticed Bernard and Fizzlepop working.
The elves saw her running and thought they could corner the cookie. Bernard called out, “Come here little Gingerbread Girl. You smell so good. Don’t run so fast, you were made to be eaten.”
The Gingerbread Girl snorted:
“I’ve run away from Doheny,
I’ve run away from Lyra and her dogs,
I’ve run away from Highstep and Blitzen,
And I can run away from you.”
So, the elves scampered after her as the Gingerbread Girl roared:
“Run as fast as you can!
I’m much faster than you
You’ll never catch me
I’m the Gingerbread girl
For sure, I am!”
And the elves could not catch her.
The little Gingerbread Girl scurried faster than ever. Soon she saw a tall building and decided to enter. Rushing down the hall, she heard Doheny, Lyra and her dogs, Highstep, Blitzen, Bernard, and Fizzlepop shouting and hurried inside another room.
The Gingerbread Girl leaned against the door to listen. Suddenly, a deep voice behind her announced, “Ho Ho Ho, did Doheny send you?”
The Gingerbread Girl stared at Santa and nodded her head. She knew there was no place to go.
“How did she get you to run?” I asked.
“I’m not sure. I think maybe she used some of your Magic Fairy Dust instead of sprinkles by mistake. You’re not going to eat me, are you?”
“NO! As much as I love cookies, I would never do that.”
“Why not? Every elf I passed tried to catch me so they could eat me,” the Gingerbread Girl stated.
“They just saw a yummy cookie. I see something special in you.” Smiling, I opened the door so we could step into the hall.
All the elves who had been chasing the Gingerbread Girl stood silent with their mouths wide open. “Santa don’t you want to eat that cookie?” asked Bernard.
“And why would I want to do that?” I replied. Giving Doheny a pat on the back, I continued, “You outdid yourself this time. I don’t know how, but making a gingerbread cookie that can run and talk is something special.”
Walking away with the Gingerbread Girl, I smiled. “Let’s visit Ms. Claus,” I suggested.
The elves looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and shook their heads. Finally, Highstep said, “Leave it to Santa to turn an ordeal with a runaway cookie into something special!”
“Yeah,” Lyra laughed. “But I’d love to see the surprised look on Ms. Claus’s face. Who knew that Santa could resist the temptation of a yummy cookie.”
Notes From Santa
I hope you enjoyed today’s fractured fairy tale story. Stories are posted on the 1st and 3rd Saturday of each month, except December. My next story will post on Saturday February 4, 2023. If you have any comments or if there is something you would like me to tell you about, please feel free to leave me a comment. Until the next time . . .
To read more about the North Pole Kitchen please check out:
With a Little Help From My Friends – July 1, 2019
Not All Candy Canes Are The Same – July 22, 2019
The Great Cookie Bakeoff – July 6, 2020
Elf Secrets – November 30, 2020
Cookie Problems – December 1, 2021
Wearing The Green – March 15, 2022
The Scent of Christmas – October 1, 2022
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Another Great story!!!! Thank you for sharing!