Focus in on a home in a wrecked, ruined town. Garbage is strewn across the streets, along with the unfortunate bodies of those who have fallen victim to whatever destroyed everything. Fire had taken it's toll in various places, and this house is no different. One wall is collapsed and smoldering, a section of roof still burning slightly, but is reduced to mostly char and ash. Miraculously, part of the house is not only still standing, but mostly intact; probably due to the car that has crashed into a nearby fire hydrant, spraying water over the side and roof of the house until the water pressure failed.

Patches of snow cluster here and there on the fridgid ground, and in another fluke, christmas lights flicker slightly in one window of the house... on fitfully for a few moments, then dimming, then dying... only to blink on again weakly a moment later. Perhaps the few solar panels on the roof are getting enough power from the cloudy sky to keep them running? Inside the one remaining room, a light shines, dimming and brightening in time with the colorful lights outside, but never quite going dark. Inside the room, two figures stand quietly.

One figure is vaguely female; her clothes are spattered with blood, torn and dirty. Her arms hang slackly from her shoulders, the skin faintly greenish and brownish in places... clearly some sort of undead creature. In one claw-like hand, she holds the head of a little girl; a green polka dotted bow tangled in the remains of its dirty blonde hair.

The second undead, a male, stands facing the first, as if unsure of what it might do or was doing a moment before. The slack jawed expression on it's somewhat rotted face seems to only increase the idea of it being confused, or perhaps surprised by everything going on around it.

The eyes on the female undead's face turns slowly, tracking something, only to come to rest on the fitfully flickering lights in the window. She stares as zombies tend to do at the lights for several hours... then something seems to spark in her eyes. She looks around at the ruins of the room... wrecked, torn presents litter the floor; a dark, collapsed christmas tree lies on it's side; the preparations for a fire, still unlit, are set up in the fireplace. Her eyes move to the other zombie, who continues to stare at her with that shocked, amazed expression...

The arm of the hand holding the little girls head twitches and then both hands move, gripping it tightly, and lifting it to chest height. The throat of the zombie works weakly, and then begins to make sounds.

"Mmnh. ...Mmm... Mmmuuh. Murr."

The slack jawed zombie shifts a bit at the sound, perhaps thinking something alive is in the room, but then seeing only another zombie, tilts its head, as if truly confused. The zombie holding the head tries again, arms twitching as it extends the head a few inches out in front of it.

"Mrrrr.... Murrr... Mrrrr... Crrmsss. Mrrr crrrrmssss."

She takes a slight step toward the slack jawed zombie, who, seeing this, hangs it's jaw even further open... either in actual surprise, or just because it's jaw is too rotten to keep holding it's jaw closed anymore. The two toddle towards each other a few steps... then the slack jawed zombie tackles the one with the head to the floor, apparently accepting it's "present".

And so, the Wish: "Mrrr Crrrmsss!" to everyone.

And the Idea: "It's always good to get a little head during the holidays." ;3