My brother Rob and I have always been close. We’re only fourteen months apart and up until this year when he started going to *gasp* public school, we’ve always done everything together. So when we were younger and Rob had bunk beds, we figured we’d help each other get to sleep on Christmas Eve. Only, that’s not what happened. Instead of helping each other get to sleep, we ended up keeping each other up into the wee hours of the morning. But after laughing so hard that night, it became an instant tradition.