My daughter, Karen, is a "saver" like her mom, so it was no surprise when she mentioned that she was looking for something and discovered her once beloved friend, Zippy, in a storage box. Her daughter was disgusted by his slovenly appearance. If I recall correctly his mouth is broken, his hair is matted and dirty and his clothes were lost long ago. But when he arrived on Christmas morning 36 years ago he was pristine, and a perfect companion for a little girl who only had twenty-five or thirty other companions. (I think she slept with about ten of them each night!) So in honor of Zippy I thought I would post these glimpses of Christmas past. If you want to buy one of your own you can Google "Rushton Zippy monkey". ebay has lots that apparently weren't loved.