Finn the Gingerbread Man was having a very busy December indeed.

There were fairy lights blinking in the bakery window, bells jingling on the door, and the smell of cinnamon swirling through the air like a happy little dance. Outside, snowflakes drifted down, twirling as if they were practising for Christmas.

Finn loved Christmas.

And this year, he had a very exciting thought.

“I think,” said Finn, standing proudly on the windowsill,
“it’s time I found a gingerbread house of my very own!”

His friends gasped.

Candy Cane Clara straightened her bow.
“Somewhere festive,” she said.

Biscuit Ben pulled his scarf a little tighter.
“Somewhere cosy,” he added.

Sprinkle the Mouse squeaked,
“Somewhere with crumbs!”

Finn grinned.

And together they sang their favourite little rhyme:

A roof that’s sweet, a door that’s bright,
A cosy home for winter nights.
With room for friends and crumbs galore,
That’s what a gingerbread house is for!

Just then — WHOOSH!

A cheeky gust of winter wind zipped through the bakery door and lifted Finn straight into the air.

“Wheeee!” laughed Finn as he floated past shop windows glowing gold, past Christmas trees sparkling with lights, and right into the village square — where he landed with a soft plop beside the noticeboard.

Finn brushed a little icing from his jacket and looked up.

And there they were.

Pictures.

Not just any pictures — but drawings of gingerbread houses.

Tall houses. Tiny houses. Houses with candy roofs, stripy chimneys, rainbow doors, and windows glowing as if someone inside had just made hot chocolate.

Finn’s eyes grew round.

“These are AMAZING,” he said.

Candy Cane Clara, Biscuit Ben, and Sprinkle arrived moments later.

Clara leaned closer and smiled softly.
“These were made by children,” she said.
“Children from Langshott Primary School.”

Finn felt his smile stretch wider and wider.

“They made these… for me?”

The friends looked at every single picture. Each house was different — but every one felt welcoming, warm, and full of imagination.

Finn sang quietly:
A roof that’s sweet, a door that’s bright,
A cosy home for winter nights…

“These children must believe,” said Ben,
“that everyone deserves a home.”

Finn nodded.

The next morning, as the sun peeked over the rooftops and the kettle began to bubble, there was a knock at the bakery door.

Standing outside were Harvey and Sky from Move Revolution — wrapped in scarves, smiling warmly, and holding a neat stack of drawings.

“Hello, Finn,” said Harvey.
“We hear you’re looking for the perfect home.”

“And that you’ve had some very helpful designers,” added Sky.

They laid out all the gingerbread house pictures across the big bakery table.

Finn and his friends laughed, pointed, and imagined where stockings would hang, where friends would sit, and where Sprinkle might hide crumbs.

At last, Finn knew.

Home wasn’t about being the biggest or the fanciest.

It was about kindness, creativity, and people who cared.

And with a little help from Harvey and Sky at Move Revolution, Finn found the gingerbread house that felt just right.

A roof that’s sweet, a door that’s bright,
A cosy home for winter nights.
With friends nearby and hearts so true,
Home is love — and that’s thanks to YOU!