I'd like to remain semi-anonymous, but I'd like to tell you that I am "over 60" and I was taken to Santa's Village as a child. My parents lived in Winchester, then Arlington, MA, and I was the oldest of 6. They didn't have much money, but they tried to take us on a camping trip every summer - either in NH or ME. I had my sons in the early 1970's, and was a "single parent" almost immediately. So, I also did not have very much money, but I tried to take my sons on a camping trip every summer. When my sons were 3 and 4, I went with other family members to Santa's Village. My kids loved the park. When it came time for Santa to arrive, we somehow had made it to the front of the line - so that my sons would have been standing very near Santa. Unfortunately, just as Santa was about to join the group, my younger son - desparately needed a trip to the "Rest Rooms." The look on his face was priceless ! Choosing whether to stay in line and get to hold Santa's hand, or get to a Men's room which he needed very badly. The situation couldn't be helped. I had a relative stay in line with my older son, and I rushed my younger son to the Rest Rooms. He did get to meet Santa, but .. as with our lives most of the time -- nothing came easy ! :o)
If I can find them, I have a few photos of the experience !