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The air in Manhattan had shifted from crisp autumn to the kind of biting, glamorous cold that only December could usher in. Carrie Bradshaw stood in front of a department store window, her breath fogging the glass as she watched a mechanical reindeer nod rhythmically at a display of Swarovski-encrusted stilettos.

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

Across town, the neon signs flickered, and for a moment, Manhattan looked exactly like a snow globe. Oh Come All Ye FaithfulSex and the City : Seaso...

Miranda, meanwhile, was treating the holidays like a corporate merger. Between Steve’s insistence on wearing a light-up Rudolph tie to every waking event and Brady’s newfound obsession with tearing the wrapping paper off things that hadn't been bought yet, she was one "Jingle Bell" away from a breakdown. "If one more person tells me to 'be of good cheer,' I’m going to file a restraining order against the North Pole," she snapped, Downing a gingerbread martini.

Carrie realized then that the "faithful" weren't just the ones in the pews or the ones in couples. They were the ones who showed up, year after year, through the heartbreaks and the high heels. The air in Manhattan had shifted from crisp

"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."

Then there was Samantha. Samantha had found her own version of a Christmas miracle: a 24-year-old Norwegian ski instructor named Soren who was "gift-wrapped in spandex." Across town, the neon signs flickered, and for

As she stepped out into the falling snow, the bells of St. Patrick’s Cathedral chiming in the distance, Carrie adjusted her vintage faux-fur stole.