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First through the door every year — even in the snow.
Starry threw the very first birthday party, and nobody came. So Starry wrote a song, built a clubhouse in the clouds, and found twelve friends who all made the same promise: no birthday alone, ever. One Crasher for every month of the year, birthstone eyes and all. Yours is down there waiting.
“Let’s GO!” — Starry, every single time
Find your birthday month — that Crasher is yours.

First through the door every year — even in the snow.

Soft heart. Loudest confetti cannon.

Pounces on piñatas. Purrs at cake.

The sharpest sparkle in any room.

Turns any floor into a dance floor.

Looks loud, hugs quiet.

Brings the fireworks. Is the fireworks.

Sunlight in a hoodie.

Cool, deep, dependable — knows every star by name.

Every color at once, all the time.

Warmth before the cold — with extra frosting.

Closes the year out LOUD.
Some of the Twelve are in the big crash right now — scroll the story and see who you catch.