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Me and several other elves (models represented by my agency) got together to make the rounds and deliver Christmas gifts to my agent's best clients. Check us out below. Lots of fun!!!


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The photo below is where we started our day. We arrived at Christope Salon in Beverly Hills to have Demetrius style our hair for the day. Demetrius is pictured with us in the photo.



Then, Rudolph arrived in a black stretch sleigh and guided us around Los Angeles, Santa Monica, Culver Ctiy, Venice, Beverly Hills and more as we delivered gifts.


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Here's just a fun picture of us cutting up. In order from left to right: Kassidy, Tabitha, Ines, Noelle, Valerie and me.


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We hopped around to several production companies, casting agencies, etc... All the while drinking champagne and eating cookies in our sleigh. Lots of fun.

To end the day, we made a stop to Olympia Hospital.

Quite sobering.

At the suggestion of the nurses, we visited a man on the 4th floor. We didn't ask, but he must have been around 35 years old... no more. He was stretched out his bed watching television when we barged into his room intent on spreading some holiday cheer.

He wore a gym t-shirt that revealed bulging biceps and was stretched taut across his chest. Immediately, he sat up and began smiling wecloming us to his room.

Without prompt, he opened up to tell us his story.

"I've had AIDS for many years now."

But there were no open sores on his body, he looked like a body builder, the perfect image of health.

"A few years back, they had to go in and open my skull to drain a fungal infection. It has come back and now I'm here," he said waving his hands around the room.

Dull walls, no paintings or portraits. No flowers from friends or family. Just him, a worn blanket on his bed, and a tv tuned to a weightlifting program.

"The way things look, I will be here for Christmas."

We took photos with him. The horrible thing is... I was afraid of what to do and what not to do. I know, I know... you can't get AIDS from touching someone with the virus. But still, as I stood next to his bed for a photo, I clenched my hands behind my back.

Truth be known, I'd never before actually met someone with AIDS. Or at least not someone who admitted that fact. It was eerie. It's all on TV, it's in the movies, it's on the news, it's on the photos set up for charities outside the grocery store, it's... fictional... until you meet the virus face-to-face.

To look at him, you would never know. But to hear his tales... quite another story.

I'm glad I met him. I hate that I was uncomfortable. But I'm glad I met him.

The visit to this gentleman at Olympia was truly the perfect ending for the day. The clients appreciated our visit, the men in the various offices took lots of photos with us. We smiled, they smiled... but we all knew it wasn't about bringing holiday cheer, but about bringing future bookings for us and for them.

But the visit to this man at Olympia... we really did bring him some cheer for the day. He said to us, "You elves made my day."

And all we did was say "Merry Christmas" and listen to him talk for a while. Nothing.

But he said, "You elves made my day."

And I think he meant it.