“What is it?” Sophie asked picking up the doll.
“It’s a nutcracker,” Grandma told her.
“Looks more like a doll.”
He smiled. “It is but it's a magical doll.”
“Magic?” Her eyes widened. “Does he have a story?”
“He certainly does.” Grandma sat on the couch next to her. “Once upon a time,” she began. An hour later she finished reading and looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. She wondered if Sophie were dreaming of soldiers and mice men and sugar plum faires.