Apparently June has been learning in school about holiday traditions around the world, because she came home a couple nights ago talking all about filling shoes with carrots and how St. Nicholas was coming that nightand would replace the carrots with candy. I tried to suggest that while St. Nick might visit the far reaches of Europe on the wee hours of Dec. 6, here in New Orleans, he sticks to a Christmas Eve timetable. She would not be dissuaded. (That child is both a sweets fanatic and devilishly clever, and if there's a way to finagle some candy, she's on it. I expect soon she'll be googling for candy-providing holidays around the world and demanding sweet corresponding treats on a near-daily basis.) Immediately upon arriving home, she got a pair of her shoes, found a bag of baby carrots, stuffed the latter in the former, and set them outside the front door. Though St. Nick might have felt slightly duped, he couldn't resist the cuteness of the effort, and in the morning, lo! there was candy.