The Gingerbread Man Read Aloud Novels & Stories

Grandpa began the story by holding the book to show us the pictures. “The stockings were hung by the chimney with care in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their beds. While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.” Grandpa smiled as he tickled each of us as he read on. “And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.” Grandpa was a good storyteller. He made such funny faces, and his voice changed pitch as he read.

Clara said waving her hands in the air. "Please go on child and forget these two attention seekers," George said to Clara with a smile. Emily and Ragnor exchanged glances upon hearing what George said and turned their gaze to Clara who started reading. "Little Red Riding Hood," Clara began, and Emily grinned. Clara was able to read the whole book pronouncing each word correctly and she did add some acting to it grabbing their attention and making them forget she was reading a children's story. "The end," Clara said with a smile

And a warm wave of happiness. Elijah tucked the picture beneath the book and stood, heading into the kitchen. Meghan and Starlight were in pajamas, sliding around the kitchen floor in fuzzy socks. Starlight’s kitten-covered white thermal pajamas and her ponytail had him shaking his head. She looked gorgeous, swinging a large wooden spoon around as she belted out Mariah Carey’s ‘Oh, Santa!’ at the top of her lungs. Meghan joined in, adding sprinkles to some of the stacks and stacks of cookies that covered the kitchen countertops. Among the tubes of icing and bottles of sprinkles, a gigantic gingerbread house was being built.

Her name was Viola, and all the other girls called her Vasper. She hated them. She hated herself, too, but was at the bakery window every morning and in the shop every afternoon. One morning, in the place of honor in the shop window, there was a tray of gingerbread men. Each was decorated with royal icing, with pants and jacket; each had a royal icing face. The witch, very spitefully, had finished her spell with Ginger; baking him inside the very center gingerbread man, so he could see the children pointing and exclaiming. That had been an error; by releasing him from the mirror, he had regained a few of his powers. He was in shock, though, and it took a bit of time before he could think cle

Everyone clapped. "Pair yourselves into a group of two or three and we'll get started." Sophia said again. "There is a guide beside your working table to show you how to adequately make a gingerbread house but if you have any questions or you need any form of assistance, you can speak to me or any of my staff. We hope you all have a splendid time. Merry Christmas Eve." I wasted no time in walking over to Dean and Jenna, rudely interrupting their conversation as I hooked my hand on Dean's arm. He looked down at me and I grinned, "Let's get baking, boyfriend."

Belle still didn't reply. With a creak, the door opened and Ginger walked in with the seasoning she had just bought. A gust of cold wind sneaked in through the open door, sending chills down Belle's spine. Gabriel quickly dried his hands on his apron and took the bag of seasoning from Ginger before taking her coat and hanging it on the coat rack next to the door. "Go warm up in the living room. You'll feel better after eating some food." Ginger rubbed her hands together as she said, "It's freezing out there. It was perfectly fine these last few days, but it's so cold today. Actually, it was fine in the morning and afternoon too."

she assured him quietly. Corey swallowed hard, and looking deeply into her pale blue eyes he said, “I, uhm, that is… uh… I made the gingerbread men with magic.” Then, he drew his hand away from hers and covered his face with both palms, shaking his head slowly from side to side as he did so. “What?” Serendipity asked, not sure whether she should laugh or smack him for making her feel as if he were about to say something truly important. “That’s it? That’s what you wanted to tell me?”

No sarcasm intended. My brother, still dressed in his wet cotton-white sweater soaked in rain water, teeth-chattering with cold, and all he can think about is his stomach. His elastic stomach. Tobi can eat a house down and not add one, single, small, tiny extra pound. I remember when i first read Hansel and Gretel, and i imagined that it was Tobi and i that found that food-covered house in the forest (or woods, as they called it; me trying to sound schooled here). Problem is, i couldn't imagine further because i bursted into laughter.

‘I found a gingerbread man recipe in one of your mother’s cookbooks that will do nicely for our baking project tomorrow. She never ceased to amaze him. Joey was going to flip when he found out what was in store for him. Dustin eyed the long-legged woman, all laid out on the blanket with an extra bunching of material at the top to serve as a pillow. She’d opened her eyes again, to stare into the crackling fire. He thought about what she was risking for his family and realized that, no matter how much it went against his nature to talk about his personal situation, he owed her an explanation about some things.

He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed the top of her head. “My princess... always smelling wonderful.” He ran a hand through her hair. “What story would you like tonight?” Luna’s face lit up. The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear. Edgar picked up the book and read it slowly, changing his voice for each character, just as he always did. When he finished, he closed the book, said a prayer with her, kissed her forehead again, and tucked the blanket around her. “Sleep well, my princess.”