. . . tasseled drapes and soft lighting, tufted settees and silk cushions, crisp white table cloths and silver-rimmed china, salmon pasta shell roll, served with toast, lox and caviar, freshly backed biscuits with clotted cream, tea and delicate pastries and it's champagne afternoon tea at the dorchester . . .
. . . and it is nearly unimaginable how we could have already arrived at this, the very last post of what has been, in so many ways, an extraordinary year, and while the past weeks and months [especially the last few] are, at this moment, but a beautiful blur, it is for certain that they were filled with impossibly beautiful things, and tonight, before the champagne and oysters, foie gras & truffles, and midnight kiss, a quick stop to say hello: what ever plans you may have for new year's eve, and whatever dreams for the new year, wishing you, for tonight and forever, moments of adventure and of magic, and most of all, for more beauty than your heart could possibly contain . . .
