It's the one day a year that my kids can't wait to get out of bed. They race down the stairs full of excitement to see if what was on their Christmas list is now under the Christmas tree. My husband and I are there, camera in hand, trying to get a few memorable, in-focus shots of the chaos. Then, suddenly, the flurry of paper and ribbon dies down and hearts start beating normally. Is that it? Is Christmas over? What was that all for?