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The climax of the week arrived at the St. Regis, where a high-society holiday gala promised enough champagne to drown a reindeer. Carrie arrived alone, her heart feeling a little more "Grinch" than "Garland" after a brief, confusing run-in with Big near the Rockefeller tree.

"Is it just me," Carrie typed later that night, her laptop glowing in the dark of her apartment, "or is Christmas in New York just 'The Nutcracker' on speed? We spend all year trying to find 'The One,' only to realize that in December, 'The One' is actually a dinner reservation for four at Balthazar that doesn’t require a blood sacrifice." Oh Come All Ye FaithfulSex and the City : Seaso...

"In a city of eight million people," she thought, "maybe the real miracle isn't finding someone to under the mistletoe. Maybe it’s finding the people who will stand in the cold with you until the light turns green." The climax of the week arrived at the St

As the orchestra began a swelling, orchestral version of "Oh Come All Ye Faithful," Carrie looked across the ballroom. There was Charlotte, beaming as Harry accidentally knocked over a nutcracker; Miranda, finally laughing as Steve dragged her onto the dance floor; and Samantha, led by her Norwegian god, heading toward the coat check with a very specific look in her eye. "Is it just me," Carrie typed later that

The week leading up to the holidays had the girls in a festive frenzy.