12 Days of Christmas, Day 1

Our tale begins on a cold wintry eve. Christmas lights are winking, snow is frosting cornice and eave, and the wind bears the joyful strains of carolers. Through a window two young lovers appear, he tenderly holding her leg, his nosed pressed against her ankle as in a sensuous caress. What lovely...but wait! Now he shifts and we see the splotches on his face, we smell a foetid stench, we see the leg is attached to no body. We see sinew and ganglia. And as our tale closes—indeed our very life--we see the zombie crunch off a toe.