I don't remember when I was real little and only bits and pieces of other years.
What I do remember is this:
We lived in Los Angeles, between Glendale and Eagle Rock.
Those first Christmasses were during WW II years.
We (my younger sister and I) always got our presents on Christmas morning. No matter how early we awoke (very early) we couldn't go in the living room until our parents were ready for us to go. What excitement when we were first allowed in.
Christmas gifts I remember:
One of the early gifts was a Shirley Tempe doll with a china head and a wicker doll carriage. She got broken when I took the doll outside in the carriage after being told not to.
A two-story doll house my dad built and the furniture made by my aunt.
A two-wheel bicycle also made by my dad--during the war bicycles were not for sale for various reasons. I know he made the bicycle out of pipes (he was a plumber), where he got the other parts and tires I have no idea. He made a bike for my cousin too.
Story book dolls. A new one every year. Got one on my birthday too.
Nancy Drew mysteries.
An angora sweater that I wore Christmas Day even though it was about 80 degrees outside.
We always went to my maternal grandparents for Christmas Dinner and more presents. Grandmother wouldn't let us wash or dry her precious China. After dinner we loved to walk up Grand Avenue and peek in at all the mansions along the way.
Tomorrow I'll write about other Christmasses as an adult.