Fantasy: Holiday Decorations

It just didn't feel like a holiday until the saints heads were hauled out and rested on their ceremonial spears. The ones with a little dried flesh still attached got dusted; the ones that were only bone got polished. Some extra padding was required to keep the skulls in place, of course, but a little of the green sponge kept for flower-arranging did the trick. One winter, her mother had used the green sponge to arrange flowers *in* the skulls, but that had generally been viewed as a lapse of good taste not to be repeated. One shouldn't mess with tradition. And so, just as the skulls were neatly arranged and the boughs of holly hung, the messengers were sent out in search of new saints. They hadn't found one in 10 years, of course, and the last one had been snatched up by the Gonnagles before their messenger even made it back to the hall.


Inspiration: Thinking of holiday decorations.
Story Potential: Low.
Notes: This is an entertaining bit, but the story doesn't have legs (just skulls).