No way. Not everyone is meant to be a candy cane, and to some, scurrying around in tights is more torture than celebration.
On an early date Rob took me to a club, but mid-dance he stopped, put his hands on his hips and peered at me. “That looks difficult for you.”
It is, and despite his unfiltered assessment, I married him anyway.
I’m keeping Rob.
The Nutcracker will need to find its audience elsewhere.
Kelly Louise Allen 
Lovely read! Thank you for sharing with us Kelly. Happy holidays!
Happy Holidays to you too, Anita!
Haha! What a great story, Kelly. It reminds me of my husband and son watching me with their mouths kind of open. “Honey…you’re twitching,” I think Todd said. Then “Mom, slow down,” my son said. “Use more hips, less shoulders…that’s right, let it drop, be cool.” I will never be cool.
I haven’t been cool since I blew a snot bubble in first grade. Besides, cool almost never makes it past high school!
Laughing out loud over here. 🤣
Luckily I set the no-dance or other embarrassing activities policy early in our courtship and she’s kept her peace ever since – we both have keepers ha!
Right! We gave up dancing for dive bars with great bbq and dark beer. happy Holidays
“That looks difficult for you.” Still giggling…not AT you but…well maybe.
I learned a long, long time ago that someone is always watching so we might as well laugh. (still a funny memory for me.) Happy New Years, Judy.