Every year growing up, my grandma would take my mom, cousins, and I to a local theater to see a local ballet company perform the Nutcracker. For about fifteen years, this was a tradition. I looked forward to this every year; the feel of the velvet seats, the first stirring notes from the orchestra, the sound of the pointe shoes on the stage, and the music I knew so well. It was all so magical and wonderful, and no matter how old I grew, going to see the Nutcracker made me feel like a child again.
However, as the years have gone by, going every year has turned into going every other. It’s a little bittersweet, and on the skipped years, my heart just yearns for the ballet, and the music.
When I was younger, I took ballet, and often dreamed about performing in the show. Then, when I started playing the flute, I dreamed about being a part of the orchestra. Now, I have other dreams, but I have been, and always will be, enraptured by this show.
There’s just something so Christmas about the Nutcracker.
* I grew up watching George Balanchine’s choreography, so I’m pretty biased when it comes to the best interpretation. However, as long as it’s the Nutcracker, I’m happy.*
Ciao for now,
Happy Holidays! Xx