Two starsOn Christmas Eve, at the very top of the world, Santa unrolled his Big Map of Everywhere. Millions of tiny lights twinkled across it, one for every child waiting for Christmas.
Elf Tinsel ran her finger across the map and stopped at Bristol, then again at Manchester. “Santa,” she said, frowning, “Maya has two stars. Is that a mistake?”
Santa chuckled. “No mistake at all, Tinsel. Maya has two homes. That means two front doors, two Christmases, and twice as many people who love her.”







