For many years we had a fairy - ie a cheap celluloid doll (being rather strapped for cash in those days) which I made a white dress for and stuck on some tinsel. My son loved her and he always got on a chair to put her at the top of the tree. Last Christmas, I took her down, put her on the floor to take outside to blow off the dust, and stepped back and trod on her. She was 40 years old and just disintegrated. Son devastated when told. Tradition means everything to him.
This year I pushed the boat out and bought a beautiful angel from John Lewis so await the verdict from the family. I did point out to my son that the new angel will become part of his childrens' traditions and one day he might step on her!