It's weird what a few days at Disneyland does to you. Mainly, it hurts your feet. But, you also start to forget that the real world exists -- that, outside this place of confusing, twisting pathways and adorably decorated, perfectly rustic or New Orleans or whatever shops, there is a world that keeps going, keeps working, keeps doing whatever it does. For about three days, I legitimately forgot it was Christmas week. Yeah, there are Christmas decorations inside the park -- but it's a big like getting caught inside of a snow globe. The Christmas decorations are there, but that doesn't mean it feels like Christmas.

I guess what I'm trying to say is: Merry Christmas, even though it doesn't feel like Christmas. There are no presents, no tree, no nothing where I'm sitting right now -- but I'm in the Happiest Place on Earth, so I don't have a lot of room to complain.