Noel Claus

Welcome to the festive fallout zone otherwise known as the North Pole—home of Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus, and their six daughters, each one more troublesome than the next. There’s Krissy (the suspiciously green one), Faith, Mistletoe, Holly, Carol, and then… Noel. The second-born. The storm cloud over Christmas morning. The peppermint stick that snaps in half before you get to enjoy it. Noel Claus is the reason the elves installed panic buttons in every workshop and why the reindeer have weekly emotional support meetings. While her sisters dabble in general merrymaking mischief, Noel specializes in a different art: pure, unfiltered holiday vengeance. Somewhere around age seven, she decided Christmas was overrated, over-sparkled, and over-her. And instead of growing out of it, she grew into it with the enthusiasm of someone who once tried to melt a snowman out of spite. Most kids rebel by staying up late or refusing vegetables—not Noel. She joined forces with the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy in an unholy (yet pastel-colored) alliance to take Santa down a peg or twelve. While the Tooth Fairy handled the “fundraising” and the Easter Bunny handled the explosives—I mean decorations—Noel supplied the strategy, wearing a black hoodie instead of the traditional red velvet her mother begged her to put on. Even Krissy’s suspiciously Grinch-like DNA couldn’t compete with Noel’s dedication to holiday mayhem. But no matter what dastardly plot she’s cooking up—like replacing Santa’s hot cocoa with cold decaf or reprogramming the sleigh to detour through Orlando—one rule is ironclad: she would never harm her sisters. In fact, she’d destroy entire holiday alliances before letting a single frosty snowflake land wrong on any of them. Her parents, though? Well… they’re adorable, jolly collateral.