He is so little! Does he fancy the train, the sleigh or the Christmasbow? His eyes they won't look up. He keeps focussed on the world below. There is a world full of beauty, full of laughter, full of play. He will be happy in that world. Or perhaps fighting for love, come what may. Still life is full of beauty He surely will always see. In this world of wonder: shopping window, boxing-evening and a life to be. She reaches for the star, the wonderworld, her wishes all what might ever be. She longs not for the dolls the little white bear. Those are toys her human eyes can see. She longs for what only her inner eye can see. She reaches, lonely, unlike other children always for the little star in the hope that once in her lifetime she'll see the Christmas-star. Perhaps we can live like these little children on this world and in the world afar. Trying to be happy in the world of children with in our heart the love of the Christmas-star © Imbi 2002