The wind whistled, tossling my hair around my head. I shivered, and started to rub my hands together. My gloves were somewhere inside, but I wasn't going to go get them. The neighbor's house was adorned with light, and I could see the Christmas tree gleaming through the window. I could hear the clatters of pots and pans as my dad, uncle, and grandpa were making Christmas Eve dessert. I could smell the fresh nutty smell of almonds, and I took a deep breath. Aftertaste of of roasted chicken rested in my mouth happily. Suddenly, a sharp sound woke me up from my trance.
"Anaise! Desserts ready!"
Smiling, I ran into the house.