"It's not what it looks like," she said. The girl’s parents stared in horror at what had, the night before, been a festive and lovingly arranged assortment of gifts under the tree. "But...but why?" Father reached down and examined a piece of shattered dollhouse while Mother wept. "My teacher said some kids don't get any toys at Christmas." She swung the hammer like a baton as she spoke. "I thought you'd be proud—why're yo...