Give Every California Kid a Free Trip to Disneyland
Visiting the Happiest Place on Earth Is a Golden State Resident's Fundamental Right
On Christmas Eve, it felt like the park was all ours.
When I was growing up in the 1980s and early ’90s, Disneyland was so reliably empty on the day before Christmas that it became a family tradition to spend December 24 in the “Happiest Place on Earth,” often along with a visit to my grandmother, who lived in Anaheim. When my uncle, a Disney freak and expert park navigator, came down from Northern California to join us, we could ride every attraction in eight hours. Tickets got more expensive each …
