So it turns out I hate the Nutcracker.
I just do.
I never went to it as a child and if I had, I most likely would have hated it then too. It’s all a little too precious, and those nutcrackers? Scary and ugly. And giant dancing rats? Ew.
There, I said it.
And the music. Yech. If I have to listen to the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy one more time I’ll have to get all up in someone’s festive holiday grill.
But then this evening I happened upon this. And suddenly I am all verklempt with the Christmas spirit.
