PROLOG
Rex stood outside the base around 6:00 P.M. It was the first of December and it was already very dark. Rex had bought a new, thicker coat with some money he had earned. Holiday had asked where he had gotten the money, Rex just smiled and said she didn't want to know. Rex took in a deep breath. The chill of the winter night filled his lungs and he liked it. He remembered how when he was little Holiday would read him bed-time stories, and she had read him many Christmas stories too. He remembered asking Six about Jesus and Mary. He had just told him that it was a story for another time and left. The coldness of the winter night froze his face and his hands. He quickly put his hands into his pockets for he hadn't bought gloves. His hair had gotten wet from an E.V.O attack not to long ago and Rex swore it was freezing in the cold. Rex looked up as snow started to fall over the light sheet they had already laying all around the base. He took in another deep breath of the cold night air. His eyes widened as he saw a shooting star. He remember Holiday telling him that most people made wishes on shooting stars. Rex thought about what to wish for. He grinned as he remembered the date and the time of year. His grin quickly changed to a smile as the words escaped his mouth.
"I wish for the best Christmas ever…"