By Don McAlavy 

Little boy’s dreams of a cowboy Christmas

 


It was cold that December of 1936. The drought the preceding summer had ruined the wheat crop on the small farm. There wasn’t a lot of money to be spent on Christmas. The father worked part time for a neighbor, herding sheep for a dollar a day,...



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