What mystified me as a child?

It happened……mmmmm…let me see…well, to tell you the truth I do not remember exactly how old I was, but I do know I was a child. It happened on Three Wise Men eve. I was collecting bush for the camels at the front yard with a friend of mine when my father arrived home. He was carrying with him a huge bag from which I could distinguish an object that looked like a teddy bear. I did not ask anything in that moment and continued doing my task. I remember I went to bed late that night, in fact I did not want to but I was almost obliged to go. I pressed my eyes firmly pretending I was slept because mother had told me The Three Wise Men would not come if we were awake. After an hour of silence I heard a noise coming from outside my bedroom window. I jumped off from my bed and noiseless walked through the window to see what had caused that noise. What a shocking image!! I saw my own parents leaving the presents in the place I had arranged. Such a great disillusionment for just a little heart. I felt so empty as if somebody had stolen a precious object from me. There were melancholy inside my soul and heart. However, I did not say a word about the event because I did not want to break my little brother’s heart. The next morning we found the presents where they were left; the bike my brother had asked for in his letter and the teddy bear I had seen in the bag that night.