You leap toward the couch and snatch the cookie climbing up the cushion. "Gotcha!" you shout. But the little gingerbread wriggles free like a buttered noodle. "Hands off, human!" he yells and somersaults under the couch. You hear a crunching sound. Oh no. Are they eating something? You crouch down and peek. The cookies are nibbling on your mom's favorite fuzzy socks! "Tastes like victory!" one giggles. You reach for another gingerbread man scaling the couch cushions. He's surprisingly agile, hopping from pillow to pillow like he's climbing a snowy mountain. "You'll never take me alive!" he cries, flinging a gumdrop. You dodge just in time, but the gumdrop sticks to your sleeve. It smells like grape. With one last leap, the cookie jumps to the top of the couch and grabs a strand of tinsel dangling from the Christmas garland. He swings away, shouting, "Viva la frosting!" You chase him to the mantel, where he's trying to hoist himself up by a stocking hook.