For the second year in a row I find myself watching scenes of Christmas celebrations, winter wonderlands, and candy cane-pillared palaces from my gray IKEA sofa.
No, I can’t enjoy the experience of sitting in red velvet chairs or listening to Tchaikovsky’s iconic score floating up to the second balcony from the orchestra pit… but I’m not at all upset. I have found my own luxury, content to be watching ballet performances curled up with my hands happily wrapped around my coffee cup.
Cherry on top of this holiday season? It’s Pacific Northwest Ballet’s Nutcracker playing on my television screen, their dancers and musicians filling my home with magic.