My mum has a thing for musical boxes and snow-domes, as well as a hybrid of the two. Neither tempts me, but there's something about kitschy revolving Hallmark angels that captures her heart, rather than the music that's been generated. My mum derives enormous satisfaction just to wind up the musical box and see a whirling figurine, and she'll do it repeatedly till infinity, sort of like a child obsessed with a windup toy. Maybe I've this same fixation transferred to be@rbricks.