Long before I even had children of my own, I imagined my future daughter and I would attend The Nutcracker — even make it an annual tradition. As a child, I watched the 1989 version of the ballet on our television screen every Christmas. I always imagined what it would be like to be Clara and get whisked away to a wondrous dream world with dancing mice, sugar plum fairies and a nutcracker who turns into a handsome prince. In fact, one of my most memorable Christmas gifts growing up was an actual nutcracker in my stocking.…
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