Skyway, passing through Matterhorn Mountain, some guy I once knew long ago.
Disney Wiz, what's that ornament you please.
Could it be a faded bride from days gone by?
Hark! Did you take a lark
Mark bought each and every spark
When you took her to that Castle in the park?
Google "Magic Morning Admission" package available to all Disneyland Resort Hotel guests and select participating hotel package partners, such as American Automobile Association Tours, Hilton brands advance purchase, et cetera. When shopping in the land, inquire about package pickup, direct shipping, as well as Disneyland Resort Hotel inn room delivery, convenient delivery of purchases to your Disneyland Resort hotel Guest room. Simply fill out a form with your Name, phone, address, hotel and room number - most purchases before noon will be waiting in your room that evening. other purchases will be in your room (or at the Valet, if you are checking out) before noon the next day. Worldwide delivery also available.
Once upon a time I did this - If you plan to do a great deal of shopping, you can present a copy of the form to speed up your purchase. I had a stack of completed forms for inn room delivery and another stack for shipping copied by the friendly front desk staff at no charge. I hate shopping, but my wife loved to browse each and every shop. We went to Disneyland on her birthday, and I while she browsed I chatted with the Merchandise Host or Hostess. Secretly I was passing my credit card and a form or two with the instructions for delivery, while mentioning that anything she picked up is sold, just keep watching her, jotting notes. As we were returning to the room that night, on the hotel tram (long gone to Yesterland,) she let me know how upset she was that it was her birthday and I didn't get her anything, so, thinking quickly, I put the hotel key on a Disneyland logo Sorcerer Mickey key-chain which she knew I had bought for myself and said "For your birthday I got you Disneyland!" in a cheesy sort of instant recovery plea that I knew she wouldn't buy, accompanied by a lifted eyebrow, a sheepish grin and bowed head, as I offered her the keychain. At that time there was a Christmas store in Sleeping Beauty Castle and I had snapped a Polaroid of her standing in front of the tree holding the ornament she liked best. That wasn't there in the room when she opened the door to a room full of gift bags.
Later that year, on Christmas Day she was still wondering what my gift to her was, and I opened what turned out to be a lengthy discussion about the disparity of our cultures: I believe in waking up leisurely to a room full of children playing with new toys, and she believed in pushing the clock like New Year's at a big gathering of all family near and far for a Midnight Double Feature "Rip Wrap" insanity. Well, now it was noon and my present to her couldn't be found under the tree, and she was again upset I had forgotten about her. I reached up into the back of the tree at the bottom and handed her the same keychain, this time with the garage key and the photo of her with the TinkerBell tree topper ornament, which was the first gift inside the door along with the other half of her Birthday shopping.