In a rich apartment in an aristocratic neighborhood, two little girl loves fall asleep in their large double bedroom, under a maternal kiss. At the same time, in a cold, low attic, a poor kid, stretched out on a damp pallet, is sleeping peacefully the sleep of his seven-year-old. The father, on returning, sees under the fireplace a pair of little clogs that the child had hidden there, trusting in the visit of the little Jesus. Weak and disarmed at the thought of the grief of his little one on waking, the father steals a nasty toy from a storefront and places it in his arms. However, little Christmas, while visiting the rooftops, is moved by the bareness of the fireplace in the attic, while that of the apartment is full of toys in abundance. And as he is very socialist, he restores the balance by dividing the rich toys with the poor toys and he sends to the little destitute a pretty golden dream, in which there was a large tree filling the fireplace, with a complete collection of everything that can be hung from the branches of a Christmas tree and revolving around this tree, dancers, real dancers of flesh and bone, tall as dolls. All the children are up at dawn; in the big room of the apartment, the boxes open, the sweets rain down, the boxes are torn. But the joy, rarer in the attic, is also more intense there. The child, standing in the middle of his riches, seems like a drunken man surrounded by a treasure and thanks little Christmas for the miracle performed in favor of the poor little boy.

Source: Pathe Freres - Translated

The night before Christmas two groups of children are put to bed, with each in hopes that Christ child will come. One of the children is not fooled by this so he makes sure that the poor child in the attic has something in the morning.

Source: Susan Dalton