Christmas is, for me - all about the family.   Now as a youthful idyllic teenager, I had my vision of what family should be.  How we should behave, what we should be like around the dinner table and vociferous amounts of love, affection and mutual hugging.  Where warm expressions of gifts were offered and we all stayed together in the house helping each other with the table setting, the roast meals, picture perfect Kodak moments of delight.  For years I longed for and tried to create this facade of perfection and hope that for one day, just one day we could manage to pull it off and be like the Waltons or the Brady Bunch.  In reality this wasn't the case.