Dear Anonymous,
Like a redux of Santa's sleigh, with toys and a backpack for his boy. And then he comes up to me and pulls his hat off and says 'How can I help keep this going? Like, how can I donate?'
And it's his smile. His willingness. His offering that is the gift. The donation.
I say 'We are all set. Keep that smile. Worth more than any amount of money.' And then his smile broadens like a wave landing on the sand at a beach. Broad and light.
Thank you Dear Anonymous. I am the luckiest person to receive that smile. Deeply grateful to you, Dear Anonymous.