I started to open the large box but my older brother stopped me. He said me that I have to wait until our parents will wake up. He didn't want to open the Christmas gifts, but I was so excited by that large, nicely folded box that my brother had to keep me busy. He tried to play hide and seek with me, he tried to tell me storied about Santa Claus, but I always ran to the Christmas tree when he wasn't careful to me. I think he became a little angry with me so I tried to be a good boy for a few minutes.
We were playing with toy cars and blocks for one hour when, finally mother and father entered in the room. I ran to the tree and I opened the box excited. Inside it was little bike for me! That was a nice Christmas when I got my first bike.
