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.