We made the pilgrimage through 70 degree temps and spitting rain to Macy's Santa's Toyland last week.
Toyland was a wonderland.
Every Christmas vision a child could have, made tangible.
Happy elves guided us down glimmering paths, each turn revealing another scene of lights and toys and Christmas cheer. And at the end of the path, a particularly elfish elf took the kids by the hand and coaxed them toward Santa's special room (turning their attention away from another elf who was taking another group of children by the hand, coaxing them into the other Santa's special room). Chloe and Jonathan surprised me by marching up to Santa (who had a real beard, I'm convinced) and telling him their heart's Christmas desire. The fact that Santa couldn't understand what they were saying did not pose a problem. He assured them that all would be well on Christmas morning and topped it off by looking at Steve and me and promising that there would be something for us under the tree on Christmas as well.
Afterward, we mulled over the window displays, which were interactive and had full volume sound effects.
Airline tickets to NYC are fairly cheap between now and Christmas week...