I never created Nutcracker : The Motion Picture.

It was after seven when Herr Drosselmeyer's shoulders slumped. His eyes were on the two toys he just made for Fritz and Clara.
''My godchildren are going to love them,'' he muttered. Drosselmeyer stretched his arms for a split second. He began to rest his head on his arms.
He fell asleep.

It was after seven when Drosselmeyer was with Clara and Fritz the next day. He smiled with them. Drosselmeyer viewed them holding the
new toys. Running with them. Every hour he remained awake earlier? Just as long as his godchildren were happy. They were going to be fine.

THE END