as you walk alone along the dark, rainy city streets on Christmas Eve, you come upon a young girl sitting on some steps not far from your apartment. Clearly, she's seen better days as you hear her sob quietly and see the dirty and torn condition of her clothing.

she looks up at you as you appoach, wiping a sniffle away with the sleeve of her tattered Christmas sweater

"Are... are you my wish come true?" she asks as the rain begins to turn to snow