Teaching my son to ride a bicycle

The Christmas bell is ringing for the second time when I suddenly hear the sound of footsteps approaching quickly. The sound ceases for a moment, after which the door to our living room opens with a long, drawn-out creak. The first thing I see is the face of our three-year-old son. His eyes are still trying to adjust to the dim candlelight, but he is already scanning the festively decorated room.…