english

One day when my father was a little young boy Christmas was came. He had wanted to know what would be his present for Christmas, but his mother said to him:
-Don't see your present, because if you see it angels will carry away.
But my father was in a feverand see it. It was a really good and beautiful knife. My dad was very happy and took it back under the tree, but the angels saw it. And his knife was carried away by angels. My father was sad and repent it. My grandmother pardon him and he got his knife. (This story was told me by my father.)