The Nutcracker Tradition Born Anew

The lights dim, the haunting melody of Tchaikovsky swells, sweet anticipation rises from within and I am swept back to Toronto theaters in days passed. Mommy and Daddy, my sisters and I, enraptured by the magic and mystery of The Nutcracker. Clara, Heir Drosselmeyer and of course the Nutcracker in form of precious toy and dashing prince.

I sat watching my boys… The man who, having never been to a ballet and always dreaming of this one in particular and his arranging this magical night. And our lil guys of 6 and 4 mesmerized by all the twirl, and elegance and musical story flow devoid of words allowing for imagination, wonder and creation as your heart so leads.

Pure magic.

It is essential that we create traditions anew with our precious family, expose our little ones to special evenings out where only dapper will do. This was an evening to light the fires for our Christmas Nutcracker outings yet to be, to fill us with anticipation, and never ever disappoint in their majestic delivery.

I am still floating, spinning, dreaming of Mother Ginger and the Sugar Plum Fairy as I know our boys most assuredly are.

I wish you magical moments and traditions, simple and profound, to more deeply connect you with loved ones on your holiday journey.



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