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Leo wasn’t interested in sleigh bells or gingerbread. At eleven, he was an inventor. His bedroom wasn't filled with toys, but with blueprints, wires, and half-finished contraptions. This year, his goal was ambitious: he was going to catch the light of the Christmas Star.
“It’s not magic, it’s physics,” he explained to his younger sister, Maya, who was watching him bolt a large magnifying glass to a tripod. “It’s just ancient light from a distant celestial body. I’ve built a Starlight Catcher to collect and store its photons in this crystal.”
“But what if it wants to be in the sky?” Maya asked, her breath fogging in the cold garage.
Leo just rolled his eyes. On Christmas Eve, he dragged his magnificent, clunky machine into the backyard. The sky was a sweep of deep, velvety blue. The Star began to rise, a diamond on dark cloth. Leo aimed his device, his heart thumping with anticipation. He flipped a big red switch.
The machine whirred. It hummed. A low BZZZZT filled the air. Then, with a sad POP and a puff of grey smoke, everything went silent. The crystal remained dull. Leo’s shoulders slumped. He had failed. He kicked at the leg of the tripod, a hot tear of frustration freezing on his cheek.
Just then, Maya came out, carrying two steaming mugs. She didn’t say, “I told you so.” She just handed him one. “Look, Leo,” she whispered.
He looked up from his failed invention. His parents were standing on the porch, wrapped in a blanket, looking at the sky. His dad had brought out their old telescope. They were all looking up, not at his machine, but at the real Star, pointing and talking quietly. He hadn't captured the Star, but his quest had made his whole family stop and look up together.
He took a sip of hot chocolate. The warmth spread through his chest. He hadn’t caught the light in his crystal, but maybe, just maybe, he’d caught something better.