Or at least that’s what happens when “The Nutcracker” fulfills its destiny. No one says a word, but graceful dancing speaks volumes about an imaginary world, full of positive pleasures. Snow starts to fall-not the messy kind that clogs roadways but the pristinely floating kind that turns Clara’s world into a snow-globe paradise. Her ordinary tinsel-laden tree expands in a fit of gigantism, while Tchaikovsky’s emotionally expansive chords make it seem even more majestic. OK, maybe not at your house, but consider “The Nutcracker,” in which Clara’s fun Christmas Eve party gives way to a midnight fantasy of spectacularly picturesque proportions. Sometimes, Christmas arrives looking just like a postcard, and then it gets better and better.
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