It’s the end of the day, and we’ve ridden all the rides we’ll ride, eaten all the food we’ll eat, and hugged all the walking characters we’ll hug.
The streetlights go dark, we take spots along the main street.
And then… fireworks fill the sky, and music fills our ears.
The streetlights come up, and the loudspeakers thank us for coming.
And hope we’ve had a magical time.
Please proceed to the exits.
Back to the car.
Back to the hotel.
Back to the airport.
Back home.
But when we sleep, we dream of the fireworks.
And the magic returns.