I am the egg man!

About 37 years ago, a litle boy came out of school carefully holding his Christmas decoration, which he had made for his Mum.

Today that Father Christmas Egg still hangs on our tree.
Very carefully wrapped up every January, and then when the tree goes up the following December, carefully unwrapped and placed on one of the branches.

Our tree is full of memories, the oldest bauble which is over 100 years old, belonged to my mother.
Each year I buy a new one. This year I bought two. (To be blipped later!)

An early blip today, as we are going to Skipton Golf Club for our Walking Club's Christmas Lunch.
Must set off in good time, as last year we got stuck in traffic, and didn't arrive until half way through the first course!

Have a good day everyone.