And on New Year's Day (or New Year's Day Observed), we destroy those beautiful gingerbread houses. But not before we salvage all the good stuff off them, like the caramel chimneys, or the airhead ice rink, or all the sour patch kids.
And this year we destroyed mine by sitting on it. Not my most attractive moment. But still.
This is what everything looked like at the end. Another year, another tornado.