When you step off the plane or veer off the highway back to your family's abode for the holidays, the good old phone tricks won't be by your side. You'll have to stuff your mouth with mashed potatoes just to spare a few seconds to compose yourself and finally answer those questions that you just can't avoid.
With the exception of those who have their 25-year-olds back living in their childhood bedrooms and their mothers moved into their guest rooms, getting everyone together for the holidays is difficult. Yet the notion of "going home for the holidays" is the gold standard of holiday happiness. Your holiday will not be complete if each and every living blood relative and then some aren't gathered under the same roof. It's what we are supposed to do at all costs. And I do mean at all costs.