"I haven't even put the icing on them yet," Lyra told him. "They're even better then. See, you've got to give them little eyes and faces and sometimes clothes too. Little gingerbread people with little gingerbread lives... and then you eat them and laugh, like you're an evil giant!" Lyra grinned. "Or, at least, that's what I do."
"Hmmm," Lyra said, thinking about it. "Well, there's Christmas presents and you put them under the tree until the twenty-fifth. And there's singing carols. And often there's a big Christmas dinner with family and everyone being happy to be with loved ones. And there's lots of sex," she added with a small smirk.