I have three daughters. This works for me.

This was on wika-something, but it sounds like a fab idea. Should I call up the North Pole?

While there are no written records of the origin of the Christmas stocking, there are popular legends that attempt to tell the history of this Christmas tradition. One such legend has several variations, but the following is a good example: Very long ago, there lived a poor man and his three very beautiful daughters. He had no money to get his daughters married, and he was worried what would happen to them after his death.

Saint Nicholas was passing through when he heard the villagers talking about the girls. St. Nicholas wanted to help, but knew that the old man wouldn`t accept charity. He decided to help in secret. He waited until it was night and crept through the chimney.

He had three bags of gold coins with him, one for each girl. As he was looking for a place to keep those three bags, he noticed stockings of the three girls that were hung over the mantelpiece for drying. He put one bag in each stocking and off he went. When the girls and their father woke up the next morning, they found the bags of gold coins and were of course, overjoyed. The girls were able to get married and live happily ever after.^[1]

^{And I really like that “happily ever after part.”}

Outta my way! My turn for the spotlight!

Many sights to behold during December in New York City.

I was lucky enough to catch some of them earlier this month. The Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center–bigger and brighter than I could imagine and an experience most definitely. You couldn’t stir the people with a stick, and who knew that Santa accepted tips? Yes, the Santa we took a photo with lost his ho, ho, ho after the photo and surprised us with this grumpy woman–where was Mrs. Claus?–who held out a bag for tips.

The store windows lived up to their reputation. Loved the creativity that went into them, and I wish I could get a gig where I could dream up what they should look like. I’d leave the execution to the engineering types, though. Too many moving parts for me to organize.

I also loved the fashions in those department stores. Cute, cute, cute. Lots of red, lots of animal print. Two staples for moi.

Then there were the Santas–hundreds of them–participating in some sort of city-wide pub crawl. Never have I seen a white-and-blue Santa–or was that a Hanukkah Harry? I couldn’t have imagined a Santa with a black veil over his/her face, and the image of two skinny Santas smoking outside a bar is one I’d like to erase from my memory bank. Forever.

But my favorite memory happened on Broadway. My friend, Rebecca Robinson, and I bought tickets to the revival of Hair; The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical. Of course, we loved it, but we were more than ready for the finale. Managing to climb over one pregnant woman, down a flight a stairs–all in high heels, mind you–we were number one and two on the stage when the audience is invited to dance.

Yes, ladies and gents, I can mark one major accomplishment off my lifetime “to do” list. I actually have danced on Broadway. Rebecca and I, blonde hair flying, “Let the Sun Shine” at the Hirschfield Theater.

One of the best New York City sights this December for sure.

The other night I followed my friend Nancy to the greatest…or at least my personal greatest this year…Christmas decorations.

I knew if it didn’t write down the address right away, I’d forget where it was. Seems like it was where Seventh Street in Fort Worth just ended. Christmas lights galore, right, Debbie? I promise you need sunglasses even after dark. Plus Santa, Mrs. Claus and Frosty waving at us. Even though it was a week night, cars were backed up for a block or two to take it all in.

So that got me thinking…where’s YOUR favorite place to see the lights?