My family in Panama consists of two little white dogs. My Christmas present to them was a walk on the beach and a dip in the ocean. A regular walk on the beach means a little sand that comes right off. Playing in the water means two hours of puppy bath time.
The other part of my family consists of hundreds of expats from all over the world. Expats here bond very quickly. The interesting thing is that everyone has a story. Maybe it's because it takes a certain type of person to move to Panama. Maybe it's because moving to a Latin American country takes planning and foresight. Or maybe it's because those of us who make the move view life as one big adventure.
The good news is that if you'll be celebrating Christmas in Panama anytime soon, don't worry about being alone... there are a lot of others here who will make you feel right at home.