Sam nodded. “You never get over the loss of a child. The only bright spot, if one could call it that, is her legacy left through Tenley Dolls. Our daughter, though young, had a huge heart to help the less fortunate. Because of the Tenley Foundation, created through our company, we’ve provided homes to hundreds of homeless families and every Christmas, we donate five thousand of our dolls to children spending the holidays in hospitals or shelters.”
“That’s amazing.” Derek wanted to dislike the man for his initial dishonesty but found it impossible.
“We believe strongly in giving back to our communities, and thus, wish to establish ourselves in communities with similar values.” Sam leaned forward. “I apologize for deceiving you several weeks ago, but I had to know the true spirit of Noel, not just what they might pretend because they want my business.”
“I understand.”
Brenna entered the conversation again. “What time frame are we looking at for reopening the factory?”
“Much of the equipment needs to be changed out, but my team estimates six months.” Sam held up a finger. “But, I’d prefer to start the hiring process soon after the new year. All new employees will come to Texas at our flagship factory and store for a month of paid training.”
Awe filled Derek. He’d prayed for an opportunity like this, but his faith had wavered a time or two—more if he were honest. “Do you plan to open a retail location here?”
Sam shook his head. “Your local toy store already sells our products, and we don’t want to interfere with that. We will have a small gift shop at the factory for those who come on a tour, but those items will be from a line developed specifically for the gift shop and sold there exclusively.”
It all sounded too good to be true. He’d find it hard to believe, except he knew God’s abilities went beyond explanation.
“What about a tea shop?” Brenna’s voice rose with hope, and Derek suppressed his laughter.
Her childlike enthusiasm endured her to him all the more.
“That has been discussed, and we are leaning heavily toward pursuing one on Main Street. It wouldn’t compromise any business already established, plus it would restore a portion of the tourism industry.” Sam looked at Derek. “What do you think?”
“You’d have to apply for the proper permits and have it approved by the city council, but it sounds like a win-win for everybody.”
“I’ll be in touch with more information after the new year.” Sam rose to his feet. “I hate to cut this short, but I promised my wife I’d return to the hotel in time to eat and find a Christmas Eve service to attend. Will any of the restaurants be open this evening?”
“You’d have to go to Portland or Augusta.” Brenna leaned over the desk and scribbled on a piece of paper. “But don’t leave town. This is my mom’s address. I’d be honored if you and your wife would join us for Christmas Eve dinner.”
“And you can come with us to our church afterward. It’s the only brick one with a steeple on your way into town from the north.” Derek stood and handed Sam one of his business cards. “All of my contact information is on there, but I hope to see you in an hour or two.”
Sam slipped the card into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, then gave Derek one of his. “I’ll have to ask my wife, but she loves to meet new people.”
Derek walked him to the front door. Brenna stood at his side, and they watched Sam until he disappeared from view.
She slid an arm around his waist and leaned into him. “Can you believe that?”
“I had to pinch myself.”
“Anything is possible at Christmas.”
A smile crept to his face. “Anything is possible at any time with God.”
“Amen. As much as I loved Christmas before Dad died, I took it for granted without understanding and appreciating it’s full value.” She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed. “Ever since Dad died though, I dreaded it but not anymore. This one especially will be one that I’ll always remember. I reconnected with my family, restored friendships, found love with you, and most importantly, renewed my faith.”
He dusted a kiss on her forehead. “Sounds to me like you caught Christmas.”
