Well, Christmas is coming and I’m coming down from a fabulous weekend spent performing winter songs across the state.
Turns out I’m also coming down with the Christmas plague and it’s currently compromising the voice I so desperately need to work during this holiday season.
Because asking me not to talk is like asking me not to breathe.
Anyway, that’s a story for tomorrow. Today, I want to catch you up on what I learned on another trip I took with the nieces and the in-laws to a tropical, magical land known as Disney World a few weeks back.
There were princesses and Mickey shaped ice-cream bars,
castles and spinning tea cups, roller coasters and stuffed animals, a big ‘ol tree house,
a few even bigger whales,
giant strollers running into my ankles, It’s a Small World After All and maybe not enough tequila.
And those are just some of the highlights. Because we did it all.
Since these three little princesses came into this world, this auntie has always imagined what it would be like to watch their eyes light up in the Happiest Place on Earth. Judging from the plethora of pink and purple paraphernalia and the never-ending collection of Disney DVDs I had a hunch the place might kinda be their thing.
And anyway, I have memories from a trip my family took to Disney Land in an RV, picking up relatives along the way. I was five years old and the magic of it all had yet to wear thin, and so there is still magic in the memories.
I wanted that magic for my nieces.
So we talked about it last Christmas, my mother and sister-in-law made plans and eleven months later we were all on a plane leaving the great white north for sunny Florida.
And it was fabulous and frantic and exhausting and unexpected and just great fun for lots of reasons.
Turns out though, that the best parts are never expected, and I think that’s the same in Disney as it is in life.
Happiest Place on Earth doesn’t always mean Disney
by Jessie Veeder
Peace, Love and cough syrup.