Gingerbread dragons: crisp-edged, spice-scented guardians baked from molasses and cinnamon, their scales piped in icing and sugared glints for eyes. Small enough to perch on a mantel, fierce enough to ward off winter blues, they scent the room with warmth as they guard holiday memories. Each one is a tiny myth: a crackling cookie heart, a toasted-ginger breath, and a playfully crooked tail that begs to be broken off and shared.
Gingerbread dragons: crisp-edged, spice-scented guardians baked from molasses and cinnamon, their scales piped in icing and sugared glints for eyes. Small enough to perch on a mantel, fierce enough to ward off winter blues, they scent the room with warmth as they guard holiday memories. Each one is a tiny myth: a crackling cookie heart, a toasted-ginger breath, and a playfully crooked tail that begs to be broken off and shared.
