Everything about this picture is a lie.
Decades later, we've survived our own adolescence, managed not to kill each other, and yes, we still travel to visit. We have dealt with surly kids and pets of our own who, unsurprisingly, exhibited the exact same behavior we did (despite the fact that they a multitude of personal gadgets and electronic doodad available to entertain their poor tortured souls). But finally, something has changed. Being older and (dare I hope), wiser, now we visit because we want to; not because we have to. This December two college-aged kids are coming home and even better, are excited about it. All my brothers and sisters will be in town at the same time. There will be parents, kids, and kids of kids, and a plethora of furry family members to meet, cuddle and play with. Our glasses will be raised to those far away, and those who are with us in the stories we tell and the memories we share. And although we don't have every moment of every day planned (in fact, we don't have formal plans at all), the only thing that matters is that we'll be gathered together, for a little awhile anyway, to tell old stories, make new memories, eat a lot, laugh even more, and enjoy every minute. Not because we have to, but because we want to.
That will be the best present of all.