Snow Witch is the holidays for us.
This is where it took us when we took a sniff and closed our eyes: We found ourselves in the snow, feeling and hearing the mounds of snow crunching under our boots.
We could smell the sticky pine sap as we passed the pine forest covered in a carpet of rust-colored pine needles.
We smelled freshly lit fireplaces from neighboring villages and the cranberries and spices that were simmering on someone's stove. And best of all, the fresh mistletoe bunches that people were cutting and hanging in their humble homes