December 2, 2013
The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale…” – Vera Nazarian
I must admit that I’m a sucker for nutcrackers, although I’m not exactly sure why. To be honest, I find them rather freakish looking as they stand at attention in their military attire, donning fluffy tufts of hair, beady eyes and prominent white teeth. But there is something so nostaglic about their handmade visages that I just can’t resist. My collection of nutcrackers has expanded over the years to include all sorts of wooden holiday objects – tiny Santas, nesting matryoshka dolls, carved snowflakes and the like. Every December I look forward to removing each one of my little treasures from its storage box, carefully unwrapping its tissue blanket and lining it up with the others on my fireplace mantel. ‘En masse’ they make quite a holiday display.