’Twas the night before Nutcracker, And all through the hall, Not a dancer was stirring, No movement at all. Their tutus were hung, By the mirrors with care, In hopes that tomorrow, The crowd would be there The children were sleeping, With nice pointed toes, While visions of Sugar Plums In their heads lightly rose. Clara checked her ribbon, Drosselmeier practised his part, And the Nutcracker himself Felt a thump in his heart. The snowflakes were twirling, The soldiers stood tall, And the Land of