A man in a dressing gown and fez is rocking in his chair. Then he plucks a sausage from a bush and savours every morsel. He then takes out some baked chicken from a bird cage. He washes his food down with wine sipped from a glass shaped like a bunch of grapes. It is winter and a ragged tramp is not pleased to have to wake up from his delicious dream, down by the stream. In a haystack he meets another tramp who suggests that he pretend to be a poor sick man and ask to stay the night in a nearby cottage. At night, when everyone has gone to bed, the tramp is to open the window for his companion and together they will rob the house. The lady of the house, her daughter and maid are working hard at their spinning wheels. It is the eve of St Lucy, the patron saint of spinning. The tramp is welcomed into their home and fed well. The women tend his wounded hand. A group of people in carnival dress dance around the room and praise the women's work. The tramp is put to bed in the box room. When his companion taps on the window, the tramp refuses to open it. The second tramp, however, breaks the window and opens it himself. Our tramp does not wish to repay the care provided him with evil deeds and himself brings attention to the thief. Then he is able to greet the policeman he encounters on the way with a clear conscience.
Willy Ströminger (fotograf)