’Twas the week before Christmas and all through the city, the rabble was rushing to and from holiday sales. But since we selected and wrapped our gifts ages ago (O.K., we had them wrapped, whatever), we’ve been sitting around all week in ye olde UES chateau. Tonight we’re welcoming Christmas with arms open wide, practicing an abiding tradition no self-respecting 10021-er would ever cast aside. It’s time to dress the family in the stiff-necked holiday livery they so deplore: we’re all heading to The Nutcracker to watch the ballerinas sashay to Tchaikovsky’s score. With sugarplum fairies and mouse kings and princes abounding, we’ll be out of our seat at the curtain call, applause resounding. Bravo, bravo! We’ll shout with peppermint glee, the young ones tugging at their shirt collars eager to go back home and watch iCarly on TV. Obliging at last, we’ll leave the ballet with brats in tow, heading home, where we’ll pour a generous glass (punch bowl) of Bordeaux.
George Balanchine’s “The Nutcracker”, New York City Ballet, Lincoln Center, David H. Koch Theater. Tickets, from $65, available by calling 212-496-0600 or at http://www.nycballet.com/ticketing/2011nuts.html.