Back in the day my oldest sister Grace moved to Africa. Since she couldn’t come home for Christmas, my youngest brother Paul and I took pictures of us holding signs that said “Merry Christmas” and “we miss you” and posted them on my Xanga. (Blast from the past much?)
The tradition stuck. With the exception of 2009 (when I was on the World Race), every Christmas Eve we come home from church and camp out in front of the fireplace.
Thankfully, we don’t need signs anymore because everyone is home for Christmas. So now we just go crazy and take pictures instead.