She’s been counting down since midsummer, ears twitching at the thought of mince pies, fairy lights, and maximum snuggle opportunities. This year, she’s picked the perfect tree (small, spruce, extremely portable) and she’s not letting go. It’s soft, it’s sparkly, and it smells vaguely of cinnamon. (Well, she says it does.)

You won’t need to ask for a hug when this bunny’s around.