Fashion Santa Visits the All the Good Boys and Girls

What wonders occur at the doors of 4 Times Square? A spy reports on a magical, holiday moment from yesterday afternoon:

I just saw a comical little occurrence. A town car pulled up on the south side of 42nd Street and a small army of interns rushed from the Cond Nast Building, retrieving from it about half a dozen huge (nearly as large as the aforementioned interns) Chanel boxes with big white bows. Upon closer (surreptitious) inspection, the boxes each had an envelope affixed to it. For instance, one read "Monsieur Michael Roberts" and another "Madame Anna Wintour." One can only wonder what enchantments — no doubt gratis — awaited the giftees.

While visions of tweeds and quilted lambskin danced in their heads. God bless that non-policy gift policy!