I don't really remember a whole lot of Christmas Days when I
was a small boy. Maybe it was because
we didn't have all that much in the way of presents and stuff.
The first Christmas that I do remember was when I had just
turned five years old. We lived near
the courthouse in Beaver City Nebraska.
I got to wrap pencils for everyone for presents and seem to remember
getting a toy car as a present. We also got to go to the downtown square to see
Santa and get a bag of candy. And I
remember getting to go to a free movie.
My big sister tells me that we sat through it twice.
The Christmas of 1944 after we moved from Omaha back to a
farm two miles east of Beaver City, I remember my father cutting the branch
from a big old fir tree off and shaping it into our Christmas tree. It was a little one sided.
Another Christmas that I remember was when I was in 7th grade in Beaver City. The reason that I remember this one was that I spoiled it for myself. I went snooping in my folks closet before Christmas and found my presents. Although they were wrapped up they were unmistakably a basketball and hoop. No surprises that Christmas Day for little Dickie Lee!