…or, to be more precise, what’s left of Rudolph.
Rudolph was an early present and I have loved him to bits – literally.
From a plush moose with plump antlers, beady eyes and nose, he has evolved into something, well something rather less. After nearly eight years, only two limbs survive but I still root him out of the toy basket to play with regularly.
Even if my mum has washed him…
Me with Rudolph in his heyday and his gradual demise.