By Larry Billinger
“If a guy with red hair works at a bakery, does that make him a GingerBread Man?” Nathan, I know you’ll read this, and who else would come up with a story idea like this? If life gave you a choice between being a gingerbread man or a snowman, which delicious or frosty fate would you pick? Let’s dive into this comical consideration of creature comforts.
Gingerbread Man: The Cookie Conundrum
Positives:
- Joyful Creation: Born from the loving hands of enthusiastic bakers—usually during the happiest times of the year. Because who doesn’t want to be the life of the Christmas party?
- Short & Sweet Life: Much like a viral video, the gingerbread man’s existence is quick but memorable, leaving an impression on taste buds and hearts alike.
Negatives:
- Hot & Bothered Beginning: Their first moments involve surviving the sauna-like temperatures of an oven. Talk about a heated start!
- Munchy Misadventures: Their ultimate fate? Providing a crunchy delight, usually to ecstatic kids who argue about who gets the head first.
- Existential Cookie Crisis: Born to be a festive treat, they live their short lives in delicious dread. It’s tough being both tasty and tempting!
Snowman: The Frosty Phenomenon
Positives:
- Cold Celebrity Status: Formed from fresh snowfalls, these chilly chaps are winter’s A-listers, often the center of attention in gardens and parks.
- Cool, Calm, & Collected Life: From the first snowflake to the last puddle, their journey is a natural and graceful one. Who knew melting could be so poetic?
- Parting Gifts: As they dissolve into memories, they leave behind scarves, buttons, and occasionally a carrot nose. Always thoughtful, even in their melty moments.
Negatives:
- Seasonal Superstar: Their time in the spotlight is winter exclusive. Come spring, and it’s a quick exit, stage left.
- Slow and Slushy Send-off: Their melting phase can be a bit dramatic, especially for young snowman architects who aren’t ready to say goodbye.
- Weather’s Whims: Their life is essentially a meteorologist’s prediction. Sun’s out? Time for the snowman to clock out.
After giving it considerable thought, mulling it over during many a cookie munch and cocoa sip, I’ve made my choice. As much as I appreciate the gingerbread man’s delicious contribution to holiday cheer, I’m leaning towards the frosty fellow. Why? Because even though I’d have to brave the cold and face the unpredictable weather, I find the idea of a slow, poetic melt more appealing than the existential dread of being a festive snack. And hey, leaving behind a scarf as a memento isn’t a bad legacy either. So, in this fanciful face-off, I declare: Snowman, you’re my man! Now, Nathan, over to you: Which one would you be?
I think it would be more fun to zoom around as a small Gingerbread Man. I wouldn’t be confined to cold climates. Although, I would be a sought after snack, eluding those trying to capture me could be exciting.
I would never wish the curse of having ginger be part of your classification on anybody, just too cruel. If I’m a snowman I get to be a whimsical children’s song for generations; if I’m a gingerbread man I’ll be getting dipped in milk and brutally ended, no thanks.