This year, Christmas looked a little different. No tree in the living room. No shopping for the perfect gift. No frantic wrapping at midnight. Instead, it looked like lava rock and long drives, bare feet and salty hair, a rented Airbnb on the Big Island of Hawaiʻi, and a family choosing presence over presents. The kids decided it. Not me.“This year,” they said, “let’s do something together instead.” So we did. We packed up and flew across an ocean to share space, meals, laug
