This is one of our family traditions.  looking at lights on Christmas eve.

Gingerbread Family Looking at Lights

Since this evening merited
A tradition we’ve inherited,
We set the timer on a slow-paced drive
To keep the ritual alive.

The Christmas music’s on,
While red hots look upon
Lit-up houses we drive by
Frosting dripping in each eye.

Cranking the heat tonight
We hoped it might
Be translated
Into smaller cookies sedated.

Two of our cookies cannot keep
Their eyes open, they fell asleep
While the third is too excited
Completely delighted,

Glazing at Christmas lights,
An oven window’s Christmas sights.
Until the oven puts him down
We’ll drive around this lit-up town.