A man walks along a snow-filled sidewalk, gazing into the windows of the houses that he passes. There's a look in his eyes, something...sad and almost haunting. He's an outsider looking in. Someone who sits on the outskirts and watches as the rest of the world lives on. You can tell.
All the sudden, he stops in front of one large window, watching as a young couple exchanges gifts. He smiles, slightly, murmuring something under his breath. Something that, if you were close enough, you could just hear over the sound of city life.
"Songbird," he whispers, "merry Christmas."
