I woke with the excitement that most little girls feel on the morning of Christmas. Theodore was clutched tightly in my left hand as I pulled off the covers with my right and rushed out of bed. I quickly raced out of the room and went to Daddy’s bedroom. He was sleeping, but I woke him up anyway. “Daddy, it’s Christmas! There’s no time for sleeping!” I poked him gently with Theodore until he stirred and his eyes opened. “...