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Monday, November 20, 2006

More Holiday Cheer

My sister, Sassy Sara, commented regarding our childhood Christmas tradition...let me elaborate. We used to love listening to The Nutcracker music at Christmastime. At night we would turn out the lights in the family room and turn on the tree lights. It was SO magical :-) We would take turns being either the little girl or the toy doll/soldier. Whoever was the little girl would pretend to be asleep on the couch and, much like The Nutcracker, the toy would come to life in the middle of the night. The girl would wake up and be completely awestruck. The toy and the girl would dance together for that one night until the toy turned back into a toy. We would basically dance around the room together to the music and inevitably the girl would try to touch an ornament on the tree. This happened in cheesy slow motion. The girl's hand would be cupped toward the ornament and the doll would brush her hand away (just in time!), warning that if an ornament was touched that it would all be over and the doll would go back to being a doll. Mind you this was all done in silence because, hello, dolls can't talk and, hello, the Nutcracker was a ballet not a musical. Sometimes to mix it up a bit the toy would pull back the curtains to show the little girl the sparkling snow. When the music was about to stop, the doll would tuck the little girl back into bed and when she woke again the toy was a toy again and she was left with only a secret memory of the magic.

I laugh out loud thinking about this tradition we had because it was so silly, but to tell you the truth, even though it is funny to think back on, it was really special because it was something between sisters--it was a Christmas tradition celebrated by only Sara and me, together. The memory, in its truest form, is something that only she and I can ever really know. What other words can I use to describe what we shared dancing around the room in the light of the Christmas tree? There really are no words. It was with such innocence and excitement that we danced.

It is now with adult eyes that I look back on our tradition with fondness and a crooked smile. I can't help but feel like that little girl all grown up, wanting so badly for the "toys to come to life," to feel that kind of warmth in my heart again. I know that even if we put on Nutcracker music and tried to relive the memory, the room would be filled with laughter rather than magic. My hope for us is that someday our child spirits can live on in our own children and they can know in their hearts what we once knew. But in the meantime, I am going to continue to enjoy the memory and laugh with Sara about our Christmas tradition each year during the holiday season.

3 Comments:

  • At 12:27 PM, Blogger Carrie said…

    That was really beautiful. Almost brought tears to my eyes. Wouldn't you love to be a kid for just one day?

     
  • At 1:17 AM, Anonymous sassy said…

    its true that we've lost our sense of imagination, its crazy how we used to get wrapped up in that and act it out over and over in the dark, and the tree would seem so big. theres not much room to dance in our living room now but hell maybe we can put on the nutcracker for old times sake. those were some fun times. now i dont think i could take it seriously, and id end up doing the running man and slap your hand away from the ornaments.

     
  • At 4:15 PM, Blogger Lindsey said…

    LOL

     

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