Twas the Night Before Disney…
With my apologies to the authors of the original Christmas classic, I give you the tale of our recent pilgrimage to Orlando during the holidays. Merry Christmas to all!
‘Twas the night before Disney, when all through the house
Each one of us was packing, to go see the Mouse;
The luggage was all packed in our vehicle with care,
In hopes that clear freeways would soon get us there;
The children were belted all safe in their seats,
With ipods and cellphones that made them complete;
The wife with her Kindle and books (at least five)
Had just settled in for a long winter’s drive,
When out on the road there arose such a clatter,
I rolled down the window to see what was the matter.
From a distance they came, as quick as a flash,
In search of a dollar, all hungry for cash,
The glare from the headlights in front of the car
Sparkled and danced like some great Christmas star,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a big Disney bus with two shiny black ears,
With prices so high I had to mortgage my house,
I knew in a moment it must be Mickey Mouse.
More rapid than eagles his cohorts they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now Donald! now, Pluto! now, Goofy and Minnie!
On, Daisy! On Huey! on, Dewey and Louie!
To the front of the line! to the front of the stall!
Now charge them full price! Take cash from them all!”
We couldn’t escape, we could not even try,
As Mickey and Donald now forced us to buy!
So up to the car windows these characters they flew,
With t-shirts and travel mugs, just to name a few.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little foot.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
In the sunroof old Mickey Mouse came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red, from his boots to his ears,
And so were his cohorts, the cute little dears;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
Buzz Lightyear and Woody and the rest of the pack.
His ears — how they shined! his eyes were so cheery!
With exorbitant prices I ought to be leery!
Each little package was wrapped up with a bow,
‘Cause he knew we would spend and we couldn’t say no!
The remains of a wallet he held tight in his grasp,
from the last batch of tourists to fall to his traps;
He had big black ears and little red shorts,
And if you didn’t spend money, he got all out of sorts!
He was feisty and quick, a right jolly old mouse,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know that our budget was dead;
He spoke not a word, this cartoon rat,
But filled his pockets with cash, ‘til they were all fat!
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out the sunroof he rose;
He sprang to his bus, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Go get some more money – I’ll be back tonight!”