Consider dark rum the great appeaser. It can be mixed and matched until you have a drink anybody in your family will be able to enjoy.
The holidays are a stew of confusion. Not only do people of differing faiths, ethnicities, and creeds vie for something as simple as a greeting, but within families there is seemingly every type from the ecclesiastic (even the hamster needs a stocking over the fireplace) to the escapist (off to Aruba).
Despite one's religious affiliations or lack of them, the real problem is, What can we all agree to drink? At best, alcohol brings us together and lets us peer into the eyes of those who have likely fared as poorly or worse than we have this year and greatly exaggerate our accomplishments or deride others for their lack of them. In a word, family.
But there are different kinds of drinkers in each family. To paraphrase Tolstoy: Every sober family member is alike; every drunken family member is drunk in a different way.
Take, for instance, the occasion drinker, the person who will probably never know that the kids are pinching from the booze cabinet and replacing the liquor with water. Mostly because the collection is merely ornamental, involving various flavors of schnapps and a half-full porcelain bottle of Jim Beam in the shape of a bass trophy. This is the person who drinks one glass of white wine (although filled more than once, it's still one glass) and is to me what Jack Sprat is to his wife. (I would add that drinking white wine outside of dinner is like wearing a Christmas Cosby sweater or plugging the new Duran Duran record -- hopelessly 1980s.)