As Christmas lights glow outside the hospital walls, an Alabama family is living every parent’s worst nightmare. One day, 11-year-old Jace was laughing and running; the next, he was fighting for his life, his brain swelling, his heart stopping, his tiny body seizing. Doctors race, grandparents pray, a whole town holds its brea…

In Hueytown, Christmas doesn’t feel like Christmas this year. The town’s celebrations have shifted from gifts and gatherings to quiet vigils and whispered prayers for a boy who was healthy just hours before his heart stopped. At Children’s Hospital, Jace lies in the ICU, a ventilator doing the work his small body suddenly cannot, as doctors battle the relentless swelling in his brain.

Outside those doors, his grandparents replay every moment, searching for answers that may never come. Neighbors who once knew Jace as the energetic fifth grader now know him as the child they plead for in church pews and living rooms. Candles flicker on porches, fundraisers appear online, and strangers speak his name like family. In the shadow of uncertainty, this community clings fiercely to one fragile hope: that a Christmas miracle might still break through the darkness.