Hold the Nuts
I’ve already ranted enough times and in enough places about my aversion to all things Christmasy and “Seasonal” that I won’t do it here today (I cannot promise, however, that as we near the Holiday itself I won’t explode into little Grinch Bits. Just a fair warning). I do have another secret to share, though.
I don’t like the Nutcracker.
You heard me. I don’t like the Nutcracker. The first time I saw the Nutcracker was when I was 9 with my Grandmother (some of you may remember this story). I had been in the Nutcracker for a few years, but I was never obsessed with the story or the need to dance the part of Clara. Not necessary. My experience seeing the professional production was memorable and awe inspiring, but I can honestly say that I’ve never seen one that captured the same magic for me again. Every so many years I’ll find myself flipping through the channels around this time of year and realize there’s nothing on, and end up leaving my screen on whatever version of the Nutcracker is playing on PBS while I do work around the house or cook.
The strange part is that I’m considering making the Nutcracker a part of my yearly routine. The year my grandmother died (5 years ago yesterday), I had purchased for her a beautiful Nutcracker music box:

You can’t really see the beautiful detail of the silver figures that dance on the mirror inside, but there are better images here if you’re interested. What I’ve been thinking about is collecting items like this in honor of my gram every year. I’ve narrowed it down to two kinds of gifts, and if they’re combined, all the better: Fabergé style eggs and Nutcracker music boxes. If they both have a Nutcracker theme then it’s doubly good. I realized this weekend that it’s been 5 years since she died, and I suppose that hit me kind of hard when I didn’t really expect it to. So I’m thinking of buying just one more gift every year for Gram, but keeping it to remember her by. We’ll see. Maybe I’ll start with ornaments and work my way up.


