Collaborative Writing (winter scene, no letter 'a')

I could smell the cookies I just baked. As I cuddled in my blankets, I stared out the window at the trees sitting on the snowy horizon. The ginger-scented air tickled my nose. I tore my eyes from the window and looked over to the blazing fire, as the smoke drifted up the chimney. I could not wait to open the presents, but as a crisp breeze swept through the doorway, I looked out at the lifeless branches and the cloudy sky. In the distance, the dark ice was calling me.

​September 2016