On Christmas Eve, the power went out across the neighborhood. No lights, no music, no glowing tree—just silence and cold air.
An old man stepped outside with a candle, then a child followed, then another neighbor. Soon, small flames dotted the street. Someone started humming a carol. Someone else laughed.
When the lights finally came back on, everyone hesitated before going inside. For a moment, they had remembered something simple: Christmas didn’t arrive through wires—it arrived through people.
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