I want snow, or glitter, swirling down from the stage tower onto the dancers. A winter landscape where dancers with white tutus make dazzling patterns, presents under a giant, illuminated Christmas tree; something to cherish a sparkling Christmas feeling in these dark days.
I got something better in its place.
Like the gala says: Christmas is not at all about frills and external trappings. It's about something inside. A longing for something that remains ...
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