“Would you like to hold her?” Winnie asked. “We sort of see her as your movie goddaughter, you know. Because she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you and Santa, Baby.” Teddy’s chin hurt because it was quivering so hard below his mustache, and he knew everyone could see how many times he had to swallow before he could speak. “I’d love to hold my movie goddaughter,” he told Winnie gruffly and accepted the blue-swaddled baby burrito into his arms.
