On arrival at the Renaissance Hotel, I was informed I didn't have to sign in like the rest of the crew because my room was already assigned. Hmm...interesting. When I entered, I heard christmas music playing on the radio and saw this fine display of cookies and milk on the desk. Somehow, Nicole had managed to arrange this through the hotel. I sat there staring at it for some time trying to figure out how it got there. I checked the closets, but no Nicole. In any event, I ate them alone in my room with great ceremony.
The fat man with a beard had no chance at getting to those cookies. Maybe that's why I didn't receive a visit from him. Like most people in Palm Springs, I went to a Jewish deli on Christmas. It was packed. Everyone around me was going the traditional route and ordering bagels, lox and capers, or Latkes with applesauce. I went with an omelette and bagel. Praise be to bagels. Challah-lujah. Merry Knish-mas! Hamantaschen New Year! Ok, I'll stop. Matzo been all that food going to my head. May the rest of your holidays be stress free. xoxo