Old enough to remember that Walt Disney was a person not a corporate logo and to hold an absurdly protective idea about the sacrosanct nature of his uniquely personal park, I thought it was the Mickey Mouse equivalent of blasphemy!
Four years later, when I eventually got to see what had been done to temporarily accommodate Jack Skellington, Sally, Zero, Lock, Shock and Barrel, Oogie Boogie and Sandy Claws among the Mansion's 999 happy haunts, I sat back in my doom buggy and chuckled and chortled at the delightfully self-referential wit with which Disney had pulled off this Halloween/Christmas experiment.
Having reached the end of the ride and encountered the hitch-hiking ghosts, I immediately dashed back round to the front door for another visit...
Here, to celebrate the fact that it is
HALLOWEEN
are a few photographic memories from that experience...