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"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."

"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." Oh Come All Ye FaithfulSex and the City : Seaso...

Charlotte, naturally, was in a state of high-alert Tiffany-blue anxiety. She had decided to host a "Classically Christian" Christmas Eve dinner for Harry’s business partners, despite being Jewish. "It’s about tradition, Carrie! I want the tree to look like it was decorated by a Victorian ghost!" she wailed, clutching a garland of dried cranberries like a rosary. "Is it just me," Carrie typed later that

"I couldn’t help but wonder," Carrie wrote as the final period clicked onto the screen. "In the search for 'Joy to the World,' do we sometimes forget that the most 'faithful' love of all is the one that picks up the phone at 2:00 AM on Christmas morning?" She had decided to host a "Classically Christian"

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.

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.