Delayed Dinner: Christmassy

Dinner was delayed. She scowled out into the blizzard going on outside the cabin. He was due back by now. He knew she' d made his favorite--a main course of gingerbread cookies, followed by a nice hot oatmeal and cinnamon soup, with only the most delicate of spun-sugar spires for desert, and hot mulled wine on the side. She wasn't worried about him, for his element was snow--but his element was *also* hot warm cottages with snow blowing out past the windows and a nice warm fire inside. Especially because cookies were involved. She tilted her head. What was missing? The stockings were hung on the chimney with care, the children were tucked away snug in their beds--and his glass of milk was still in the fridge.

Inspiration: Oh, thinking of Christmassy things.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: There's no actual story here, but it's somewhat charming, and a seasonal theme gives anything a boost in potential.