Standing in an overgrown parking lot on a foggy, overcast morning in LA, watching the caravan of camp buses and vans pull away with my son, I could only think of the immortal words of The Ghost of Christmas Past in one of my all-time favorite Christmas movies*:
"Niagara Falls, Frankie. Niagara Falls."
It kind of cheered me up. A little.
* It is not Christmas at my house without at least one showing of Scrooged. I can quote the entire thing verbatim, and usually do, much to the annoyance of the rest of the family.