![]() ![]() None of her other sisters sent out naughty beacons like Stella did. ![]() Whatever she was up to, it had to be good. But since elves hated paperwork, Stella had the place to herself most of the time. Stella shared the space with several elves. ![]() Honestly, if you’re going to sneak around, at least lock the door. She’d inherited her father’s naughty/nice radar, which annoyed her four sisters to no end. Ginger, on the other hand, was over list management. Stella, with her extreme organizational skills, oversaw the production of toys. Even with the call for name-brand electronics, there was a large demand for stuffed animals, bicycles, dollhouses, and other classic childhood wishes. And yet, there were similarities-their smile for one, their love for all things Christmas for two … Beyond Stella’s desk was a large window overlooking the largest of their manufacturing facilities. ![]() How two girls from the same set of genes could look so different was beyond her.Īll five of the Kringle girls had a distinct appearance none of them had the same color of eyes, hair, or skin. Ginger smoothed a hand down her long, auburn ponytail. The short pixie haircut accentuated Stella’s long and graceful neck. The overhead lights were off, leaving her favorite sister, Stella, in a shadowy outline created by the computer screen’s muted glow. Ginger Marie Kringle snuck into the quiet toy production office. ![]()
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