So, like I said, my mother got us ornaments when my sisters and I were growing up. She started sometime between the time my next-older sister and I were born and these were the first three I got. The dangly one on the right is a favorite of my own children too. One of them broke off the lowest elf when they were little and it was like that for years till we were at my parents' house one Christmas when I had my ornaments with me and my dad fixed it. So that's what I think about when I hang that one up.
The little drummer boy is missing a stick, but I honestly don't remember it ever being there, so that's okay too. The soldier with the thimble hat had had a less traumatic life than the others.