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Steven Seagal and all his muscles flew to Paris the other day. Steven was granting himself a Christmas wish. It seems the action-packed hero had seen Sylvie Guillaume, the exquisite ballerina who stars in the Paris Opera, on television and was so taken with her lissome loveliness, he asked friends in Paris to set up a dinner so the two could meet. The friends must have known what's good for them, because they invited Sylvie and Steven to dine with them at the fashionable Paris restaurant L'Ami Louis, where things went as smoothly as Sylvie's lifts. Is it not one of the sweetest Christmas stories you have ever heard?

Just in time for the holidays, Nicky Savalas, son of the late Telly, split from Tori Spelling of your TV set and mine, and waved by-by to their communal abode, the place they moved when Tori's parents, Candy and Aaron Spelling, cast them from their Beverly Hills palace. It's not that ma and pa Spelling needed the room. The world knows their house is as big as Blenheim, give or take a mile. Perhaps they felt Nicky was hanging out there more than necessary. Anyhow, Nicky has now moved in with the gorgeous Nicollette Sheridan. It's not what you think. She's his step-sister.

It would have been hard to miss Christina Lang Assael, the pretty Swedish-born American wife of pearl king Salvador Assael, at that gala dinner on the St. Regis Roof. One of the reasons was the black pearl necklace she was wearing, the rarest in the world, hung with a sapphire worth zillions. Christina was the chairman of the International Research Foundation for Children's Eyecare, which was founded last year by Princess Marianne Bernadotte of Sweden. The evening's guest of honor was Donna Hanover Giuliani, and Robert Woolley presided over the auction, selling everything in sight. Not the black pearls. Salvador Assael is giving them to a museum.

The Assaels were part of the merry throng at Alice Mason's Christmas dinner chez elle for 50 or 60 of those she loves the best. Alice, the tippy-top New York realtor and dealer in apartments bought and sold by those who wear big black (and white) pearl necklaces, was wearing tons of pearls herself, all embroidered on her red-hot red Galanos. As usual, she was carrying her tiny white pocket Maltese, Fluffy, under her arm. There are those who say Fluffy's feet -- you can hardly call them paws -- never touch the ground, but you know how people exaggerate. However, the little thing does get all dolled up for parties. At dinner she was wearing her new Christmas red leather collar studded with rhinestones, and looking rather full of herself. You've heard of a dog's life. Well, this isn't it.