Standing Room Only

A World of Short Stories

Christmas Nutcracker

The nutcracker was the first decoration I put up every year.  I sometimes left the nutcracker out for a few extra days just because.  And there was no one around to tell me what to do.  The nutcracker brought so many memories of my grandparents that I felt comforted – like it was watching out for me. 

I was half a mind to buy a few more nutcrackers so I could have a family, but I wondered if it would ruin the appeal and memories of the one I had.  For whatever reason, my sister hated the nutcracker and didn’t understand why I loved it because it reminded her of the time we spend with our grandparents.  When I started telling her about my favorite Christmas memories, she looked at me like I was insane.  The more I talked, the more concerned she looked. 

“I don’t know why you are looking at me like it didn’t happen.  You were there, you were at all the same Christmas recitals and parties I was at.  Why are you looking at me like I’m insane?” 

“Mallory, have you even seen pictures of these events?  Ever talked to anybody else who was at these parties you’re talking about?”  Leah leaned forward in her chair. 

“Well, no,”  I said slowly.  “We were too young and they were always Grandma’s friends.  So we only saw them at the parties.” 

“Mallory.  The only grandparents we ever met were killed in a car wreck.  When you were two.” 

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