Ginger watches the last flight out disappear into the twilight sky. In a few hours, the sun will sink behind the ice floes, brining on six months of polar night.
They say that you get a little crazy if you go too long without seeing the sun. She hopes that she’ll be too busy to notice. It was trials like this that separated the toymakers from the cookie bakers.
She takes a last drag on her cigarette and crushes it beneath a curly green boot. Ginger worked hard to get here, and she isn’t going to let Santa Claus down.

“Polar Night Light Festival” by timo_w2s is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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