Disney goes all out for the holidays so we threw the House Blond and That Boy into the politically incorrect SUV and off we went to the Happiest Place on Earth for the 50th Disneyland Christmas gala.
Course we lied to them. We're driving you to school this morning because we're all running late. We're stopping for breakfast instead of eating at home because we're running late. The jig was up about thirty miles down the road, but the 80 decibel chanting didn't start til the parking lot toll booth. We're going to Disneyland, nannny, nanny, nanny. Followed by Dad? Can they arrest you for going to Disneyland instead of school?
It was a lovely So Cal winter day, just a little brisk (we think of brisk as temps in the mid-60's) tinged with lots of sunshine and the crowds were thin. First time the kids are tall enough to enjoy the rides that TWC is way too old for, and, I am NOT making this up, they did Splash Mountain five times. And, BTW, aren't all those Splash Mountain characters from Song of the South that Disney won't release because it's, well, not particularly PC?
They are getting a little too big for Toon Town but it's still worth a side jaunt.
Small World was decked out to the nines in holiday cheer, and I also noticed that inside Small World it's apparently okay to proclaim Merry Christmas as long as you don't say it in English.
It's only been a few weeks since Wayne died of a heart attack at age 43 (not a misprint) and I think about him often. Waiting for the next Small World gondola was particularly poignant because we talked about Wayne and his controversial plan to upgrade the ride.
Small World would be the quintessentially perfect amusement park ride if it was a shooting gallery. Every time you fired and hit one of the singing cherubs it would shut up.
Wayne may have used more colorful language than this but you get the picture and the object, of course, is dead silence by the end of the ride. The kids hadn't heard Wayne's theory and though appalled at the callous disregard for cutesy singing dolls from around the world (many of whom aren't terribly PC either), they still laughed.
No flash photos allowed inside so some didn't come out...this one did.
As Ever, TWC
tip of the glass to Tracy, whose generosity made our day at the Mouse House possible