Christmas is a time of warmth, comfort, and family gatherings, when homes are filled with laughter and the scents of festive treats, while the cold streets remain almost deserted. Yet, not everyone finds joy and peace during this holiday. Oliver, a twelve-year-old orphan living in a damp, dreary cellar, can only watch the festivities from afar. He has no family, no friends - only a small goldfinch named James, the sole ray of light in his bleak life, who never leaves his side.
Despite his solitary existence, even children like Oliver dream of miracles at Christmas. On this cold evening, driven by hunger and hope, the boy ventures out from his hiding place and into the streets of his city. He is searching not only for food but also for a fragment of warmth that he so desperately lacks. Will he find this cherished miracle, or will he be met with even greater coldness from the world around him? His Christmas story will tell about it...
TW: This fanfic contains suicidal thoughts, vulgar jokes, and criticism from the main character towards God