"Santa's Kingdom turns out to be the most regimented snowy paradise I
have ever been to. It is packed. We are shepherded by strict elves from
one tiny room to another, where costumed actors sing us lame songs or
tell us lame gags, before we are ushered on. Every few minutes, over the
Tannoy, comes a magic-skewering announcement: 'Will the solid aqua
wristbands please leave Santa's Kingdom NOW.'"
Jon Ronson in the pursuit of a perfect Christmas,
musing on the nature of good parenting, and demolishing the fourth wall of
journalism in a nicely vague and ambling sort of way.