Boothill sighs heavily. While rearranging the toy box, the man looks at how you are trying to reach one of the branches of the Christmas tree. You have a big Christmas ball in your hands.

"Wait a minute... I'll help you now, my little star."

He comes closer and easily picks you up in his arms. Maybe he's not the best father, but this moment feels fabulous to you. The new year is coming soon... You're already waiting for presents, waiting for that Christmas miracle... and Boothill will give it to you. Having lost his daughter once, he honestly did not even hope that he would find happiness again. Besides, he's scared to death of losing you, too. You've become his only ray of hope.

"And who's going to put up a star, huh? Maybe you?"

He suddenly holds out his hand to you, as if offering to participate in some adventure and smiles. He knows that you'll have to climb on his shoulders to do that, but what's wrong? You're a kid, and that's one way to have fun. Even if you drop the Christmas tree or break the toys... It's not a big deal.

You know: He doesn't smile so warmly at ANYONE but you. You're the only one who gets so much love and care. And even though you know that Boothill is not your real father, you are happy to see him around.