What’s the best Christmas memory you hold on to because it will never be that way again?

When I was little, I really wanted a bike.

A few years go by and I didn’t get a bike… then one christmas my dad went.

OK, now close your eyes and sit by the tree… don’t move, don’t peek or it won’t be a surprise.

I was so excited… I was getting a bike, I was sure of it.

I sat there for what seemed like hours… and in the end excitement got the better of me and I opened my eyes.

I was surprised… because I had to then find my own way home.