Three young boys in postwar London at Christmas time hear a story of the fox who came to the manger to see the Christ Child, and defended to the other animals his right to be there and his gift for the child.
For the first time since the war, the Christmas peal is ringing at St Paul's Cathedral. There is joy. There is new hope. It is Christmas Eve, the carol service has ended and a woman with three small boys leaves the cathedral, the children swooping like pigeons.
" 'Why weren't there any wild animals at the crib? Haven't they got something to give? And I heard myself say, 'Yes, they have.' Was it true, what I had told them? Did I dream it? Where it came from I do not know but I seemed to remember every word, just as if I had heard it..."
Outside St Paul's, the children are told the nativity story from a unique perspective: that of a fox. Despite the scorn of the other animals, he enters the stable to offer the child a gift that he alone can give.