starts,” Sam said happily. “It gets pretty wild around here, Tillie. Are you sure you’re up to it?”
“We’ll soon find out. Did you have anything in mind for Thanksgiving, Sam? If you don’t, I have an idea.”
“Let me hear it, little lady.”
“We always have a turkey dinner at Seniors’ headquarters, as you know. Adeline McPherson makes the best turkeys in the county. I’m sure you know that too. Let’s do the dinner out here at the farm. I know Addy would be more than happy to work in your kitchen and you have those two, big double ovens.
We’ll invite everyone—Gus’s crew, their families, all the Seniors, and us. I think it would be a good incentive and a great way to kick things off. Everyone will be in the mood to give 100 percent on Friday morning when the trees go on sale. You’ll have to pay for it, Sam. Can you see your way clear to doing that?”
Sam beamed. It had been a long time since anyone asked for his opinion or for a donation to anything.
Giving his trees away simply didn’t fit into this particular equation. “It would be my pleasure. You sounded like my Sara just then, Tillie.”
Tillie looked up at Sam, a stricken look on her face.
“What? What’s wrong? What did I say?” Sam asked anxiously.
“I’m not Sara, Sam. I’m me, Tillie. Please don’t compare or confuse us. I have to go now, the ladies need me. Lunch will be promptly at noon. We need to keep to a schedule.”
Sam ambled off scratching his head. “That was kind of blunt, Mom, don’t you think?” Amy asked.
“Well…I just don’t…I wouldn’t want…Never mind. What’s on your agenda for today?”
Amy settled her knit cap more firmly on her head as the wind kicked up. “I’m going into town. I have appointments lined up through the whole day. My first stop is the local radio station. I already contacted the stations in the District, and one of them agreed to play my jingle and advertise for Moss Farms every hour on the hour. It’s all free, Mom. The station manager’s parents live in an assisted living facility, and she’s all for anything that benefits senior citizens. On Wednesday two billboards are going up where you can see them from I-95. I had to pay for those but got a 40 percent discount. Local TV is in the bag, all four channels. A new Christmas sign is going up at the entrance to the farm tomorrow. It’s an eye popper—bright red.
“Tomorrow I pick up the Christmas Stocking. For a hundred bucks the Canvas Shop made this twenty-foot stocking out of bright red canvas. It’s going to be weatherproof. We’ll hang it from the tree next to the gift shop. I’m going begging today, asking for donations to fill the stocking. Everyone who comes out here to buy a tree gets to fill out an entry form, and Sam or Gus will pick the winner at noon on Christmas Eve. We’re not actually going to put the donations in the stocking, but we will have a scroll next to the stocking so people can see which store donated what item. I think this is a biggie, Mom. It’s going to draw people like crazy. The radio and television stations will be announcing who gave what.
Free advertising for the donors. Win–win!”
Tillie looked at her daughter in amazement. “Oh, Amy, that’s wonderful. In a million years I never could have come up with an idea like that. I am so proud of you. You’re right, it’s a biggie.” Impulsively, she reached out and hugged her daughter.
Amy grew light-headed. This was the closest her mother had ever come to showing any kind of affection toward her. She hugged her back, and suddenly her world was right side up. Feeling shy at this show of affection, she waved her arms about. “I think we make a good team. We’re going to make so much money for your Seniors they might be able to add that new wing to the building you were talking about.”
“Well, my dear, Sam and I can’t take credit for anything. It was you and Gus who brought all this together. Sam, me, the
“We’ll soon find out. Did you have anything in mind for Thanksgiving, Sam? If you don’t, I have an idea.”
“Let me hear it, little lady.”
“We always have a turkey dinner at Seniors’ headquarters, as you know. Adeline McPherson makes the best turkeys in the county. I’m sure you know that too. Let’s do the dinner out here at the farm. I know Addy would be more than happy to work in your kitchen and you have those two, big double ovens.
We’ll invite everyone—Gus’s crew, their families, all the Seniors, and us. I think it would be a good incentive and a great way to kick things off. Everyone will be in the mood to give 100 percent on Friday morning when the trees go on sale. You’ll have to pay for it, Sam. Can you see your way clear to doing that?”
Sam beamed. It had been a long time since anyone asked for his opinion or for a donation to anything.
Giving his trees away simply didn’t fit into this particular equation. “It would be my pleasure. You sounded like my Sara just then, Tillie.”
Tillie looked up at Sam, a stricken look on her face.
“What? What’s wrong? What did I say?” Sam asked anxiously.
“I’m not Sara, Sam. I’m me, Tillie. Please don’t compare or confuse us. I have to go now, the ladies need me. Lunch will be promptly at noon. We need to keep to a schedule.”
Sam ambled off scratching his head. “That was kind of blunt, Mom, don’t you think?” Amy asked.
“Well…I just don’t…I wouldn’t want…Never mind. What’s on your agenda for today?”
Amy settled her knit cap more firmly on her head as the wind kicked up. “I’m going into town. I have appointments lined up through the whole day. My first stop is the local radio station. I already contacted the stations in the District, and one of them agreed to play my jingle and advertise for Moss Farms every hour on the hour. It’s all free, Mom. The station manager’s parents live in an assisted living facility, and she’s all for anything that benefits senior citizens. On Wednesday two billboards are going up where you can see them from I-95. I had to pay for those but got a 40 percent discount. Local TV is in the bag, all four channels. A new Christmas sign is going up at the entrance to the farm tomorrow. It’s an eye popper—bright red.
“Tomorrow I pick up the Christmas Stocking. For a hundred bucks the Canvas Shop made this twenty-foot stocking out of bright red canvas. It’s going to be weatherproof. We’ll hang it from the tree next to the gift shop. I’m going begging today, asking for donations to fill the stocking. Everyone who comes out here to buy a tree gets to fill out an entry form, and Sam or Gus will pick the winner at noon on Christmas Eve. We’re not actually going to put the donations in the stocking, but we will have a scroll next to the stocking so people can see which store donated what item. I think this is a biggie, Mom. It’s going to draw people like crazy. The radio and television stations will be announcing who gave what.
Free advertising for the donors. Win–win!”
Tillie looked at her daughter in amazement. “Oh, Amy, that’s wonderful. In a million years I never could have come up with an idea like that. I am so proud of you. You’re right, it’s a biggie.” Impulsively, she reached out and hugged her daughter.
Amy grew light-headed. This was the closest her mother had ever come to showing any kind of affection toward her. She hugged her back, and suddenly her world was right side up. Feeling shy at this show of affection, she waved her arms about. “I think we make a good team. We’re going to make so much money for your Seniors they might be able to add that new wing to the building you were talking about.”
“Well, my dear, Sam and I can’t take credit for anything. It was you and Gus who brought all this together. Sam, me, the
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