QotD: What would you wear for camouflage if you were hiding in a gingerbread house?

I’ll be Ginger,
You’re Bread Astaire—
Come waltz with me
‘Neath sweetened eaves;
Let your peanut chase my plain
Around our silvered pond,
Up and down caramel walks, then
Tracing our foundation.

My licorice will hinge the door,
Your hardened sweet against
My back;
My sugared isinglass window
Shuttered ‘tween
Your darkly layered
Andes mints.

Your red will twine
My white, and bend
To cane our gate;
Your gumdrop green
Will hedge
My red-hot holly;
Your trees will lift
My marzipan pears.

There’s a plastic skater,
Decoy upon the pond,
As we kiss, kiss and kiss again
Along our butterscotch drive,
As we writhe the wreath
And push up our
Sugar baby chimney,
Dripping sweet goo
From the roof,
Falling in merry medley
Of tasty jewels.

Passing strangers:
Light a candle
Within our walls—
Your hearts will pound
As old aromas
Catch your childish dreams--
Look and dream,
Catch your breath,
But still you will not see us
Come