In the stillness of winter, a squirrel gazes into the frozen pond. Above, the bare tree stands quiet and untouched. But in the water’s reflection, the past comes alive—a Christmas filled with light, warmth, and the gentle presence of the panda, her mother.

The squirrel’s heart ached at the sight. The panda, her mother, had always been the soul of Christmas—her love and laughter wrapping the season like a warm blanket. Together, they had adorned the tree, wrapped presents, and filled the air with joy. But now, with her mother gone, the joy of the season seemed to fade like morning mist.

The reflection in the pond was more than a memory; it was a window to what had been lost. Though the world above the pond was quiet and colorless, the world below was alive with the vibrant spirit of a Christmas that no longer existed.

And yet, as the squirrel turned her eyes back to the snow-draped tree, she realized something profound. The reflection was not just a reminder of loss—it was also a reminder of love, of the light her mother had kindled within her. While the tree above remained undecorated, the squirrel’s memories and the spirit of the panda lingered, urging her to carry that love forward, to ignite the light once more.