I feel like a giant cannibal while eating gingerbreadmen.
I really must stop. It's not polite.
And then, I wonder, when vegetarians chow down on animal crackers, are they cheating?
When I crave a Ritz, do all I really want is a salted cracker? Don't I want so much more? Ritz. They really disappoint. Where is the glamour, the pizzazz, the dancing and fancy gowns? It. Is. Just. A. Cracker.
When snowmen melt, where do they go?
How do you know if it is a snowman, not a snow woman? I don't see extra snow balls around it...