You know, I have to say, I'm just sitting here laughing and shaking my head. I mean what else are you going to do? This is the most unbelievable mess I've ever heard of and I'm wondering which God/Goddess/Deity/Teapot I angered by deciding to take a "magical" Christmas trip to WDW this year. I mean, we could have gone anywhere in the world and had a wonderful time, you know? But no. I decided that we needed to experience the magic of WDW at Christmas. At no time, during any of the initial planning for this "magical" trip, did I EVER imagine that I'd be here, two weeks out from Christmas wondering why on earth I ever thought that this was a good idea. Unbelievable. Did someone say cookies?