Every family has their own Christmas traditions. Mummy's house breaks out in a rash of miniature red crochet horses (which, having been around for approximately as long as I have, could probably officially be classified "vintage"!), Julenisse (Norwegian Christmas Elf) decorative porcelain, and mistletoe. And there's always a Christmas walk. Which was all the more fun because this year, for the first time I can remember, we had an actual, real-life White Christmas (it rarely snows in December in the south - normally only in January or February). V exciting!
Snowy garden! Mummy gave me this vintage fur coat to sell, but it's soooo warm and cosy, and although fundamentally I am of course anti-fur, I don't think vintage fur can be considered unethical.