I picked up a plush Gingerbread Man for the Grandbaby while at Barnes & Noble this past weekend. Lots of wonderfully illustrated classic children's Christmas books were there too - but I'll wait until next year to start with those. She's more likely to try to eat the book pages at this age. She seems to be particularly fond of munching on my Sportsmans Guide Catalogs right now :)
Next year, though, there's potential that she might show interest in the actual pictures and story. Looking forward the that, I am.
Here's the little Gingerbread man that will snuggle in her stocking on Christmas day from her Mema and Scruff (that's the Mrs and me). Its along side my very own old Gingerbread Man that was given to me over 40 years ago. My Mom has kept it all these years.
Mine is a little raggedy around the edges (like me)... but seeing the two stuffed friends together gives me have hope that as weird and disjointed as life can be these days compared to when I was a little boy, loving your kids (and grandkids) is one of the constants that will see us through.