I knew this was going to be a great day. There is a little chill in the air, which always put a spring in my step. I was at the pie shop, the front door wide open, feeling the breeze and watching the trees swaying in the wind across Main Street.
And then the phone rang. “This is Mrs. Tillman,” a quiet little voice said.My mind was racing. I knew the name was familiar. And then she said, “You don’t have to bring me a pie.” It was her, the woman who sent a donation in the mail with a lovely note about dreaming of my pie. I responded with a thank you note and a promise… to deliver a pie to her door.
But she turned me down. She said she had been reading about Hastings through my column and then she saw the news and she wanted to help. She is 80 years old and her voice was just a sweet as I imagined it would be when I read her note.
She told me to keep doing what I am doing. She hoped her donation would help. She was surprised when I told her it would buy a weeks worth of groceries for two hundred people. But her response was still the same, “You don;t have to bring me a pie.”
Then she asked me, “Do you believe in Santa Claus?’ “Why, yes ma’am, I sure do.” I replied. “Well” she said, with a smile in her voice, “Santa just might pay you a surprise visit in a few weeks. Keep checking your mail and please keep helping the people of Hastings.”
I smiled the rest of the day thinking about that phone call.And I really have just one thing to say, “Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus and her name is Mrs. Tillman.”