When Jingle and Il Circo Piccolo–the Little Circus–arrive at the Italian village ready to perform on Christmas Eve, they find the village almost empty. Only the vecchietti–the old-timers–are left, and they cannot afford to celebrate Christmas, much less pay for the circus.
So Il Circo Piccolo must go on to the city. Except for Jingle. His baby animals are too tired to keep traveling. Poor Jingle. Poor baby animals. No Christmas this year. But then Jingle sees that the villagers are even sadder than he is. And when the animals draw near to comfort him, Jingle has an idea. And that night...
Slowly, one after another, shutters open, and then doors. "Look, look," the old people whisper. And what awaits their eyes is a Christmas they could never have imagined.
