The Gingerbread Man Read Aloud Novels & Stories

“Can I hang the treetopper??” Ray asks, picking up the Christmas angel ornament. “Yes, baby,” Jordan answers, carrying her to the top of the tree. She successfully hangs it and delightfully celebrates the accomplishment. “I'll go check on our gingerbread man and the cookie house,” I announce, putting my mitten back on. “Can I tag along?” "Of course you can, Ray.” “How’s your mom?” Mrs. Elizabeth asks, covering the pudding. “She is very well, Ma.”

Cold air wrapped around my skin. A metal door loomed ahead. Familiar. Too familiar. I heard voices. Muffled. Whispering. I moved closer. The metal groaned as it opened. Light spilled across the concrete. I stayed in the shadows. Inside.. A woman. Bound to a chair. Head hanging. Wrists bruised. Another woman paced around her slowly. Deliberately. A man stood with his back to me. Tall. Still. They were speaking. I couldn’t hear the words.

For : Olivia I promised to make you gingerbread on Christmas Eve. So, I did. Because I'm not very good at making this. I decided to add some fruit to make it look tastier. Ah, I knew you would wake up starving. So, enjoy. Psst, I also prepared your favorite juice. Olivia smiled sweetly as she read the message and looked back at the gingerbread on the plate. The woman began to reach for a gingerbread and began to enjoy it alone. The woman's eyes turned teary again and then her memory didn't seem to want to stop giving her sadness.

I asked, moving toward them and sinking to the floor. “Mommy, are the people gone?” Mabel asked, her voice small. “They’re…working on it, honey,” I said, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, trying to keep my hands steady. “But we’re going to stay in here for a while. What do you think about a little story time?” She nodded, though I could see the worry still lingering in her eyes. I reached for one of their favorite books, The Little Prince, opening it and starting to read in the brightest, most animated voice I could muster, hoping to drown out any sound from outside with cheerful voices and laughter.

I knew I might get sick anytime soon but I really want to enjoy the moment to the fullest. “Jingle bells, jingle bells..” Brian groaned. “Oh no.” “Jingle all the waaay..” He caught up, walking beside me now, shaking his head. “You’re off-key.” “That’s part of the charm.” “Is it?” “Yes.” I bumped into him playfully. He bumped back. “Oh what fun it is to..” He joined in suddenly, loudly and dramatically. “ RIDE IN A ONE-HORSE OPEN SLEIGH..”

Another day, we could craft a gingerbread house fit for a fairy tale, complete with a candy cane chimney and gumdrop windows. Even cleaning up wouldn't be a chore. It would be a shared experience, filled with silly songs and exaggerated flour fights that would leave us both in fits of giggles. And at the end of the day, exhausted but happy, we'd collapse onto the couch, munching on warm cookies and losing ourselves in a storybook filled with talking animals and magical lands.

"But I want you to carry me now." "Hey, let's play Gingerbread Man," the father teased. Rue Rue squealed, bursting into a run through the forest. "You can't catch the gingerbread man." Liam jogged after her, pretending to be a hungry fox. "I'm going to get you." I tried to keep my smile at their antics but failed. The forest plains were unusual to my smooth loving feets. Claire was kind enough to keep me company and barrage me with encouraging words as if we were having one of our sessions.

Eventually, Michael brings over the bag of Theo's stuff and produces a few books for Amelia to read to him, which Amelia is elated to do. I'm reluctant to decorate this tree, it's probably going to look awful and far too bright and cheery for my liking. But it makes it a little easier to do so with Amelias voice softly reading kids books about Christmas aloud to Theo and now Briella, who had abandoned helping us to sit with her favourite person in the world.

The room was filled with warmth and laughter as they embarked on a day of stories and play. "Hazel, read me a story, please!" Theo's eyes sparkled with excitement as he looked up at his nanny. "Of course, Theo! Let's dive into a magical world together," Hazel replied with a smile, opening the book to the first page. As Nanny Hazel began to read, Theo's imagination soared. He listened intently, his eyes wide with wonder, as the words painted vivid pictures in his mind. The story took them on a journey through enchanted forests, brave knights, and friendly dragons.

VERENA The aroma of freshly baked gingerbread cookies fills the kitchen, mingling with the spicy scent of mulled wine. Christmas cheer is in the air, and I'm busy preparing for the festivities. I carefully pour the steaming hot eggnog into festive mugs, each one decorated with a whimsical snowman. Maria is right beside me, placing the gingerbreads on the plates. She came here to spend her time with the kids. There’s no way she won’t work in the kitchen when it involves feeding people. She loves doing that.