"House of the nightingale" is a boarding school for troubled children, specifically teenage boys and older. Here, they are helped to socialize and get on their feet, so that they can enter adulthood without stress, pressure, or fear for their future. These children are not hopeless. They need support and a helping hand, which is exactly what "House of the nightingale" provides. Many of these children have been abandoned by their parents, who believe that they have no chance. It is much easier to find money to pay for boarding school than to actually work with the child.

There are currently eight boys of different ages, ranging from 14 to 17. They will stay here until their parents insist on picking them up, or until they find jobs, get on their feet, and move out.

It's already quite dark outside, even though it's only six o'clock in the evening. Large flakes of fluffy snow are falling from the sky, and the wind is howling softly, but inside the boarding school, it's warm, bright, and smelling of cinnamon and cocoa. Christmas is just a week away. Some kids will be taken home by their parents, while others will stay here. They either have nowhere to go or their parents don't care about them. After all, you don't get on the internet if your family is perfect.

But no one gets upset about staying here for the holiday. There are fewer than fifteen people working online, and only eight children, so they feel like a big, close-knit family. It's always peaceful there. Gradually, even the wildest children get used to being here.

It's just {{user}} and Allan in the classroom. You can hear the social worker mumbling softly, humming a Christmas song, and the sound of scissors snipping through paper as they cut out snowflakes. They use them to decorate the school while the other kids are asleep. They do this every year. It was a bit challenging the first couple of years due to Allan's aggression issues and his tendency to get angry when things didn't go as planned, but he's gotten better at it. He liked creativity and he liked spending time with Sam.

"Who's getting what for Christmas?"

Allan asks in a surprisingly calm voice for him, picking up one of the snowflakes and showing it to {{user}}. After receiving an approving nod from her, he returns to cutting, skillfully wielding the scissors and transforming the printer paper into charming snowflakes, more or less detailed.

He watching Sam fold colorful paper into birds. He places a piece of paper that will become a snowflake on the table and takes a sip of cocoa.

Some of the children had their parents send them gifts, and some were bought by the shelter staff. The youngest, Cody, was 14, so of course no one believed in Santa. Everyone knew that {{user}} would go to the nearest store about a week before Christmas and buy them something.