C'est pour notre voisine

- Little kid, where are you going? running bare footed this way?
- I'm running towards the "heavens" as, they say, "It's christmas time".

The christmas of the streets, it's snow and wind. And the wind of the streets put little kids to cry. Lights, Joy and Laughter are behind the displays, not for you, not for me, just for the neighbors.

My little one, have fun as much as you can, by looking, only by looking, but take care not to touch anything while looking from afar. 

The christmas of the streets, it's the cold of the winter, in the eyes wide-open of the children of the streets.