Toby couldn’t wait. Lisa was allowing Sasha to spend Christmas with him – the first time since the divorce. He had gone all out, preparing for her arrival. Cookies were baking in the oven, Christmas carols on the radio, and decorations were in the window.

            “Daddy!” the girl threw herself into his arms. “Will Santa know where to find me?”

            “Yep, I talked with him yesterday, and he said he remembered because you were a very good girl this year.”

            “Yes!”