Ghost of Christmas Past

Just thought I'd give you a change from the 'broken ankle series' of late. This was a Christmas present my parents gave me as a young child - under five years old. I loved it more than I can say. In fact I loved it so much, that unbeknown to my parents, I took it to bed with me on Christmas night, and unfortunately broke it by lying on it. I was devastated. Inconsolable. But as you do, my dad carefully collected the pieces and glued them together, making sure that the young me knew now that glass was too delicate to take to bed, no matter how much you like it.
So the break and the repair is as old as the bear. Now it sits on the mantlepiece in my living room. I still like it lots. But I don't sleep with glass ornaments anymore!