It's Christmas morning and the kids are creeping down the stairs to see the gifts arrayed under the tree, itself so beautifully decorated. Brightly colored paper and ribbons go flying in all directions as they open one package after the other. Eyes wide with wonder, they squeal in delight to their father, "Daddy, how nice it is to be loved. To know that regardless of our faults, you love us and bring us these wonderful gifts." The response: "No, your father didn't bring you these gifts, Santa Claus did. Not out of love, but as a reward.