It seems like a swell time to head on up to the beautiful San Bernardino Mountains in California, and visit Santa's Village!
OK, now it's 1961, and this happy family stands squinting in the brilliant autumn sun. You can almost feel the heat, and smell the nearby pine forest, and hear the bloodthirsty roars of a million hungry chipmunks.
Grandma stands in front of the Good Witch Bakery, where children are baked into delicious pot pies. Mmmm-mmm! The secret ingredient? Love. I think that the President of the United States should live in a house that looks like this.
Did you ever dream that you could ride in a spinning Christmas tree? Covered in peanut butter and holding a machine gun? Er, me either. But if you did have that dream, you could have at least partially realized it at Santa's Village. Sure, Disneyland talks about "dreams come true", but Santa's Village delivers.