Not any ballet, though.
Specifically, the Nutcracker.
I thought he was rather nuts.
But then on our fifth date, this man took me to see a performance of the wooden implement that turns into a prince. My date hummed along to every symphonic number, much to my amazement. Turns out, this was his sixth year of attending the December extravaganza.
I was kinda deciding I liked this guy, but really….a grown man enjoying a kid’s ballet every Christmas?
But as I looked around at the Philadelphia’s Academy of Music evening performance that year, I noticed the sparkling eyes of adults – many adults – and just a few children. This was obviously not just a “kid’s” show.
So, I stayed with the guy,
. . . and now I’ve attended over 30 performances of Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker, from Philly to San Francisco to Boston. Every December, this has become our holiday gift to each other.
Perhaps we’re both nuts.
Embarrassingly, we’ve never taken our kids. (Yes, this is a big shocker and please don’t judge me.) My mom treated our daughter for a few years until they both lost interest. Our son preferred the idea of torture rather than view grown people leap on a stage in embarrassingly skin tight fabrics, so we didn’t make him.
He had no idea how thrilled we were to not bring him along.
Three years later, she’s become as “nuts” as her grandparents. Her Christmas gift again this year is no computer game or Pokemon, no iPad or new school dress. Just a trip into Boston to see THE NUTCRACKER.
And I swear, as tears trickle from my eyes during the Snow Queen’s performance, my granddaughter shifts to the front of her seat, releases a humongous satisfied sigh, and hums to the music.
Happy Holidays to One and All. What’s your best holiday gift this year?