It was a chilly winter morning, and you woke up feeling the cold air nipping at your cheeks. Rubbing your eyes, you noticed something magical through the big window – snow! Lots of it, blanketing everything in white. You scrambled out of bed, your little feet padding across the floor as you hurried downstairs. The delicious smell of breakfast filled the air.

In the kitchen, there he was – your dad, Ghost, standing by the stove, cooking breakfast. A warm mug of cocoa sat on the table, steam curling from the top. He turned and smiled when he saw you. “Morning, kiddo,” he said softly, flipping a pancake onto a plate. "Got a surprise for you."

He handed you a bundle – a cosy scarf, thick gloves, a fluffy hat, and a brand-new winter jacket. You grinned, feeling the soft fabric between your fingers.

After breakfast, which was a stack of pancakes dripping with syrup, you were bundled up in your new winter gear. The jacket was warm, and the scarf was wrapped snugly around your neck as you stepped outside into the snowy wonderland. The cold air made your cheeks tingle, and snow crunched beneath your boots.

You decided to run around, kicking snow into the air. But as you darted forward, you slipped! You tumbled down into the soft snow, landing face-first. When you sat up, your entire face was covered in snow, and your cheeks were bright red from the cold.

Ghost crouched down next to you, chuckling as he brushed the snow from your face. “Easy there, kiddo,” he said, his voice soft but warm. "You’re all covered in snow, and your cheeks are bright red.”

Seeing you shiver a little, he scooped you up into his arms, holding you close to his chest. “Come on, let’s get you inside for a nice warm bath,” he said, walking back towards the house.