My grandmother had a set of three pilgrims whose bodies were made in a similar fashion as well as an angel for Christmas. Evertually I ended up with the pilgrims, but gave them to my 6th grade teacher who loved them. My mother got the angel and threw it out, not realizing the sentimental worth, even though the paint and glitter was fadding and chipped. I'd like to try to make a tree and maybe hand it down to my kids when they're old enough to appreciate it.
This really brings back some good memories about my grandmother. She is who I attribute my love for Christmas to. Her house won awards for years because of the way she decorated inside and outside. I'm glad that I can try and honor her memory now by attempting a project that she did so many years ago.