Magic is in the air

Nothing says Christmas break like bad TV, playing with friends, and staying up until the sun rises and sleeping 'til it sets.  There is something magical abut coming home. You see EVERY time my siblings and I come home we revert back to life as teenagers. It's great fun, especially since I've recently left my teenage years (almost 3 years ago to be exact) and thus the behavior isn't that abnormal for me. My favorite argument that gets replayed each Christmas... "that's it who stole the candy from my stocking?" and the always famous below the belt comment of  "really you think thats a good life choice?" Nothing says family like a swift kick in the pants or in our case, your self esteem.