Oh I loved mine when I got them - I think 3 times when I was a kid ... so special and magical.
We always had ones where you looked into the egg from the end so the scene was hidden away and very tiny. I assumed it was a German tradition since my German grandmother was the person who gave them to me.
Nice memories! but nowadays I'd be happier with one of the wonderful coconut cream eggs we would get each year - the ones I find in stores these days don't have the taste I remember!