(Continuation of the previous image). Since my parents were nearby, I could not look any closer. For a couple of days I tried to devise the perfect plan to get into the bedroom without being seen. I finally succeeded, and tried to uncover what little was necessary in the package, to find out if there really was the gift I desired. So it was, and my joy was irrepressible. I tried hard to pretend that I did not know anything. Most likely I failed. That was going to be the best Christmas of my life; all I had to do was wait. A few days later, I had again the chance to pick up the package undisturbed. I just wanted to discover the same side I had already seen. Then I thought of removing the tape on the opposite side as well, so I could see the car.
To do this, I would have had to untie the knot in the ribbon and then redo it identically (which of course I was not capable of). The thought of the car punctuated the days that still remained until Christmas. I was convinced I had put everything back together, but no doubt my parents had noticed that I had found and opened the gift. Once I found myself completely alone at home. I thought about opening the package altogether, and eventually trying the car. Of course, without being noticed. In a nutshell: by Christmas I had already drained my batteries.