Somewhere deep in a forest clearing stands a gingerbread house made by an unknown girl named Elizabeth. The resident mouse has never met her but has been left instructions to welcome all who need shelter from the winter weather. The persistent fairies want to know just who will come to this home in the glade. Mouse advises them to watch and see. So the fairies perch high in an evergreen tree to witness the slow parade of homeless creatures who arrive. Once assembled, what will these disparate souls do together in the gingerbread house? Who will guide them? And why? This poem reimagines the gingerbread house made by a real girl, also named Elizabeth.