I do not like The Nutcracker Ballet.

I do like my Nutcracker ornament…

There. I said (wrote) it.

I realize in the spirit of all things merry and bright, I should love it and gladly fork over big bucks each December for orchestra seating at The Music Hall at Fair Park. Everyone loveslovesloves The Nutcracker. It’s a Christmas tradition dating back to the beginning of nuts.

Bor-ing.

I want to like it. I’ve tried to like it. 

The music is beautiful, but I would much prefer to hear the Dallas Symphony Orchestra play Tchaikovsky than see it set to pale pink tutus. I get lost somewhere between the Mouse King and the Sugar-and-Spice-and-Everything-Nice-Plum Fairy, wishing for dialog and leaving with a migraine.

Possibly the only way I will enjoy it will be when my own granddaughter plays Clara. In the New York City Ballet. In Lincoln Plaza. But since I have no grandchildren (yet), there are no forced Nutcracker performances in my near future.  Some of my friends are not so lucky…

Yes, I’m a Nutcracker scrooge. Am I alone?

talya

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