Smart Sindara woke up on Christmas morning feeling unusually excited. She jumped out of bed, already imagining the day ahead—the laughter, the food, the music, and the small but special traditions her family shared every year.

But something felt… off.

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

She walked into the living room and stopped. The Christmas tree lights were off. No music played. No smell of breakfast drifted from the kitchen. Her parents sat on the couch, speaking in low voices. When they noticed her, they smiled—but their smiles looked tired.

“What’s wrong?” Sindara asked.

Her mum sighed gently. “There’s been a power outage across the neighborhood. It might last all day.”

Sindara’s heart sank.

No lights. No Christmas music. No warm food. No movie night. Everything she had been looking forward to suddenly felt taken away. She nodded, trying to be understanding, but disappointment sat heavily in her chest.

Later that morning, Sindara stepped outside. The street looked different—quiet, subdued. She noticed a small boy, Tade from two houses down sitting on the steps with his grandmother. They were wrapped in thin sweaters, sharing a loaf of bread.

“Good morning,” Sindara said softly.

The grandmother smiled. “Merry Christmas, my dear.”

Sindara hesitated, then asked, “Are you okay?”

The woman nodded. “We’re fine. The power going out means no cooking today, but we’re grateful. Last year, we didn’t even have this.”

That stopped Sindara.

Didn’t even have this?

She walked further down the street and saw neighbors sharing candles, laughing, checking on one another. Someone started singing a Christmas song—no speakers, no music, just voices. Others joined in. Slowly, the quiet street filled with warmth.

When Sindara returned home, she saw her parents lighting candles and setting up a simple meal. It wasn’t fancy, but it was enough.

She went to her room and opened her notebook.

At the top of the page, she wrote:

“Today’s Lesson.”

She wrote about how quickly she had focused on what was missing instead of what was still there. She wrote about the boy and his grandmother, and how gratitude didn’t depend on having everything—it depended on noticing something.

That evening, the power was still out, but the house was full. They ate together. They talked. They laughed. They shared stories by candlelight.

Before bed, Sindara stood by the window and looked at the dark sky.

“This year taught me something,” she whispered. “I don’t need perfect days to be thankful. I just need to pay attention.”

As the New Year approached, Smart Sindara made herself a quiet promise:

To start each year with gratitude—not because everything was easy, but because something was always worth appreciating.

And that, she realized, was the brightest light of all.

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