Old Friend

Visited my mom and dad today.

As usual they had decorated their tree with a fine selection of colourful and shinny baubles.  However, near the back is a single battered bauble of a book worm.

Throughout my childhood "bookey worm", as me and my sister used to call him, has hung on our Christmas tree.

He must be over 50 years old now (my mom thinks she must have inherited him from my Nan).

Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without him.