Santa comes to 1 Blake. 
Christmass in the valley was great. From our vantage point at One Blake we could see right across to the hills on the other side. Right out those big picture windows from the old Southern Pacific Depo. The tree went right in front of them. Not many in those days had outside lighting so it was important to place your tree where all the neighbors could see it. Dad liked to get our tree at the Corn Palace on East Lake. Off we'd go in the old Studibaker, our tie ropes ready. We'd return and wait for Dad to put it in the stand. My parents loved all kinds of music. So the old victrola played Bing Crosby , Swan Lake and Burl Eves while we readied the Bubble lights. Frequent trips to Ford's Department Store were in order and Chistmass Corsages were worn in mass, the larger the better. When I was about 4,  my Dad set up a bear trap by our tree, claiming he'd be sure to catch Santa. Christmas morning as the sun poured thru the big windows , I saw that it was sprung with a boot and a bit of red velvet and white beard.  I burst into tears as my Dad fell over laughing. It took awhile for him to convince me that Santa was all right.