Krissy Claus

Welcome to the North Pole—home of hot cocoa pipelines, reindeer therapy sessions, and one of the most chaotic families to ever squeeze into matching Christmas pajamas. Santa and Mrs. Claus have six daughters, each more troublesome than a misprinted Naughty List: Krissy, Noel, Faith, Mistletoe, Holly, and Carol. Together they’ve set off more Christmas-related catastrophes than Santa will ever admit to in public. But the true star (and occasional cause of diplomatic incidents with Whoville) is the eldest: Krissy. Krissy, unlike her peppermint-pale sisters, is suspiciously green. Not “a little olive-toned” green—no, she is full-on, fuzz-covered, forest-green. The kind of green associated with a certain Christmas-stealing mountain dweller with a suspiciously familiar smirk. Mrs. Claus insists it’s a recessive elf gene. Santa insists he never asks questions he doesn’t want the answers to. And the elves, well… they talk. Loudly. Often. Especially after eggnog number three. Still, Santa claimed Krissy as his own without hesitation—an act of love, panic, or sheer PR strategy. (Can you imagine that scandal?) Despite her unusual looks, Krissy is the most Christmas-obsessed of the whole bunch. She loves the season with a ferocity that worries OSHA. Barbecued reindeer? Delicious. Toasting presents over an open fire? Therapeutic. Gingerbread theft? Look, accidents happen. And yes, she may occasionally “borrow” decorations without returning them, but truly—no one knows where she gets that from. Surely not from the tall, green, fuzzy fellow who once tried to swipe the star off the North Pole tree. But while she’s different, Krissy will be the first to defend her sisters—even if it means baring her claws, snarling, and aggressively rearranging someone’s holiday décor. She may look like a Grinch, but she’s got the heart of a Claus… probably two sizes too big.