25th December in the middle eighties. The Family get together in the grandparents’house. When I was twelve I dreamt that I was putting in motion the static pictures of the crèche. With this film I tried to do the same with the memories of my cousins and relatives, with that house and with those rituals. It’s a fake documentary and a fake animation film, a semi-fiction about children that go to war, play music and take over.