Christmastime in New York City really is magical, especially uptown. The air smells like falling snow, burning logs and Christmas cookies baking. Fromup in our penthouses Central Park looks like a silvery wonderland, Park Avenue is a parade of Christmas lights, and the size of the tree in Rockefeller seens to promise that this is going to be the most amazing Christmas ever - although most of us will be drinking too much champagne to notice.
Along Fifth Avenue the department store windows are all dressed up for the holidays, and the girls out shopping are wearing those gorgeous sky blue Marc Jacob coats they bought in October and couldn't wait to wear. And at night everyone's out having fun, fun, fun. Forget studying for midterms; forget those last-minute college applications; forget helping your mom buying presents for the cooks, the drivers and the laundry ladies.
Grab your satin Prada wrap dress, your Christian Laboutin four-inch stilettos with the clear Perspex heels, your organge Hèrmes Birkin bag, and the cutest boy you know and come out with me"
gossip girl, all I want is everything
