Gingerbread is always a joy: they were given to children for the holidays, young people for a wedding.
No wonder the people have developed sayings, proverbs and sayings:
"There will be no bread, we will eat gingerbread";
“The wife is not a gingerbread, but a hunk of rye”;

poems by N.A. Nekrasov, dedicated to Russian children: "Uncle Yakov" - a peddler who "is full of all kinds of goods," including "honey gingerbread", and the orphan Feklusha - "they all chew, but you swallow saliva"?
The theme of gingerbread is inexhaustible.

The tradition of making gingerbread for Christmas existed in our family as long as Grandmother was alive, and then lost for many years.