when I was ten (my sister 11), we asked for new bikes for Christmas. We chose them from the shop, but had to order to correct frame size. My parents told us that they wouldn't be ready in time for Christmas Day, but we didn't believe them! On Christmas morning, we ran downstairs full expecting the ikes to be in the living room, but no bikes to be seen. Several hours later, my dad asked me to get his filofax from his study, and I went in and screamed - there were the bikes! Don't know how they managed to keep that one quiet!