In the Oxfam bookshop Petersfield, there are a few of us who take Christmas very seriously from August onwards.

Yes it is depressing to see Christmas cards for sale from then – and yes indeed they are – but as for the display planning, August is not too early at all.

After all, we have a tiny budget, actually no budget.

We have to reply on what appears in the shop and with amazing frequency that happens.

We have a window displays to plan, and planning we do.

Last year we did a Cluedo window so there was a desk with a decanter and knocked over glass, and old fashioned telephone, a bookcase ( of course, we are a bookshop).

There was a row of pegs with a scarlet cloak, a cook’s apron, some Coleman’s mustard, some peacock feathers, there was a fake dagger, gun, piece of lead piping.

You get the idea – or at least you do if you know the traditional Cluedo. 

This year the theme is The Old Curiosity Shop.

So, we have been looking out for appropriate baubles, stuff, things, knickknacks etc. 

We are working on how to make the plastic display shelves look like Victorian wooden ones.

How to hang a battered red velvet curtain.

And on the fairly firm basis we are not expecting a Victorian till to be donated, my window colleague said she thought an old ledger would work.

Now, I wasn’t expecting that we would get one of those either – in amongst battered Jilly Coopers and John Grishams, ledgers don’t appear.

But hey ho, look what was donated.

Whilst of course leaving room to display books after all bookselling is what we are there for.

This is the domain of my colleague/friend and I am around to help and tootle through our cupboards for stuff.

More my domain is the display table which is a rather nicely battered square one dating back 100 years I would say.

This year, I want to have a display on it based on the Beatrix Potter’s Tailor of Gloucester.

So, if you don’t know the story, the gist of it is that the tailor is commissioned by the Mayor of Gloucester to make his outfit, including a waistcoat, for his Christmas Day wedding.

The tailor has a cat who is mean to the house mice, but they hide under cups, and bowls and Simpkin can’t find them.

Simpkin is sent out to buy some twist ( thread) so the tailor can sew all the button holes but he hides it in a teapot.

The tailor gets sick and whilst he is in bed, the mice got to his workroom and sew, and sew, and they finish everything.

Except one buttonhole and they pin a note to it saying ‘no more twist.’

Actually, it is a short book, you should go read it because it is a rather charming Christmas story.

So, our manager’s mother is knitting small mice to hide in cups, I have collected some old thimbles and cotton reels from other charity shops.

We have a shop cat ( fake obviously) who will take on the role of Simpkin.

The story will be printed out and run around the four sides of the table.

And a kind and excellent needlewoman I know has offered to make a child’s size waistcoat because we don’t have the room for a big one.

All a bit twee? Maybe, but don’t tell me that because I have been invested in this since August.