If you really want to o.d. on holiday happiness and schmaltz, the diz is the place to do it. We actually avoided the full-blown, in your face, be happy or die trying because you just paid an arm and a leg and still owe your first born as admission, version. And that's okay. As someone says, "Been there. Done that."
Actually, the evening spent in the town of Celebration (Disney's version of Stepford Mayberry), was lovely. The trees were lit, the schools were performing dances and we were able to frolic in the Disney version of snow.
I'm not really sure what this stuff was as it had no odor, was neither sticky nor slippery and seemed to be slowly evaporating. It "snowed" down upon our heads from boxes high over the street and then settled into this. I did check our shoes in the dark just to be sure they weren't glowing.
One thing that I did like about Celebration was the handsome young man who came up and offered me a mint brownie. You've got to love a town that has that! (If he had offered it to either of my kids though...)
Next stop on the happy train was Disney Village. A mecca of consumerism and unhappiness. Children crying, parents swearing, now that, my friend, is the music of Disney, but I digress.
It was a lot of fun. We listed to the Mistletones sing acapella. I love, love acapella. They were rocking out to some really great Christmas carols.
I did feel that security could have asked me to stop singing a little more nicely. Threatening me with being locked into the It's A Small World ride for 48 hours was just a bit excessive. I would have been happy to just hum along.
Cranky security guards aside, it's always fun to visit the edges of the diz and a get that little extra boost of holiday cheer!
