(I thought I had this story somewhere, but I can’t find it, so I’ll tell it again.)
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Magic Kingdom, (or something such) … We were all getting pretty tired of fighting the Christmas Crush. Yes, we knew it was going to be busy, Yes, tomorrow was go home day. Yes, it was Dad’s plan we were following (at least Dad’s family was), so we had avoided most of the crowds and the rest of the evening was supposed to be pretty free. Some of us (the whole bunch was there all 15 of us) had grabbed supper at Pecos Bill and were headed to ride Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, when Dad made an amazing discovery.
It was truly magical. We were walking toward the bridge by Splash Mountain when I noticed … we were all alone. All alone in the Magic Kingdom. On Christmas Eve. Hallelujah, Hallelujah (yes, I started singing the Hallelujah Chorus, Dad sings good). We walked over to Big Thunder Mountain Railroad no line.
Hey, call everyone else and see if this is happening all over the park. Sure enough. No crowds. What time does the park close? 11? Oh boy. Do you know how many time you can ride Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin when their aren’t any crowds? It’s a bunch. It’s fun to get off the ride and get right back on without having to wait.
Oh, yeah, there wasn’t a line at Space Mountain either.
At least that year, Christmas Eve at the Magic Kingdom was the place to be. It was Magic.