I do not like The Nutcracker Ballet.
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.
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?
No thanks, I’m busy that night
Utterly booked solid,
Totally swamped with
Cookie baking and Rudolph the
Red-nosed Reindeer watching and
Avoiding the mall at all
Costs. And I have
Karaoke that night so I must decline
Regretfully yours, Talya