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Inspired by the widely popular two-act ballet. Clara meets a familiar face on Christmas morning. Will he recognize her?

Tales Retold šŸ’› Nutcracker

Tales Retold šŸ’› Nutcracker

Tales Retold šŸ’› Nutcracker by Ann Sepino

Clara thought it was all a dream.

Clara thought it was all a dream. After waking up, she convinced herself that her grand adventure had been nothing more than a trick of the mind.

The dancing snowflakes, the Mouse King, the Sugar Plum Fairy and everything else in that magical kingdom.

The dancing snowflakes, the Mouse King, the Sugar Plum Fairy and everything else in that magical kingdom. They were all figments of her wild imagination, all visions come to life in sleep.

Her nutcracker, especially, was nothing more than a toy; a machination Uncle Drosselmeyer had given her for Christmas.

Her nutcracker, especially, was nothing more than a toy; a machination Uncle Drosselmeyer had given her for Christmas. Just because it looked almost like a real boy did not mean that it was.

The proof was in the crack across its face, right over his rosy cheek, and running through his bright blue eye and finely sculpted jaw.

The proof was in the crack across its face, right over his rosy cheek, and running through his bright blue eye and finely sculpted jaw. It was but a wooden toy, one that her clockmaker uncle had promised to fix come Christmas morning.

But on that snowy morn, at the exact appointed time, Clara's uncle did not show up at her house by himself.

But on that snowy morn, at the exact appointed time, Clara's uncle did not show up at her house by himself. Standing beside the old man, carrying a case of supplies, was a boy who looked very much like her beloved nutcracker.

And not just the toy, but the very character from her magical dream.

And not just the toy, but the very character from her magical dream. When their eyes met, a sense of familiarity engulfed her.

The boy felt this too, for soon after he stepped foot into the house, he took her hand and kissed it politely.

The boy felt this too, for soon after he stepped foot into the house, he took her hand and kissed it politely. "It's great to see you again," he said softly so only she could hear. "The Sugar Plum Fairy sends her regards, by the way."

A smile lit up Clara's face as she realized that it hadn't been a dream after all.

A smile lit up Clara's face as she realized that it hadn't been a dream after all. Her grand adventure's hero was real, and so was the invisible bond that tied their fates together.

As the years went by, friendship blossomed into romance, and romance into marriage.

Clara and her beau brought lovely children into the world, all with bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks and fine jaws.

They would sit near the fireplace every Christmas morning and recount that wonderful journey from long ago.

And standing proudly on the fireplace mantle was the nutcracker that started it all.

END

Thank you for reading this sort of epilogue to The Nutcracker! I'll be posting more Tales Retold stories later on, so please do check back if you feel like it. Have a great day! šŸ’› Ann Sepino (annsepino.mystrikingly.com)

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