Random acquaintances, office mates and neighbors would go un-gifted. Santa Claus's plump and jolly exterior would be shattered. Not to mention, solid proof of Santa's very existence would cease to exist... Who else could be responsible for consuming the cookies and milk left out for Santa on Christmas Eve? It is the only logical explanation!
Armed with this gingerbread recipe (found here) and the knowledge that Christmas's presence hung in the balance, I set out to face the kitchen and, inevitably, coat it in flour and powdered sugar.
Basically, I set out to save Christmas.