Ignoring the Voice in My Head on Christmas Eve

The weather on Christmas Eve was windy and rainy and cold but I was determined to run to Elsy’s at some point and pop a Christmas card in her mailbox. Elsy’s the sweet little old lady who lives in the house across the street from us (the first smiley face to the right of the bakery, on the map). I had a Christmas card for her, in return for the one she gave to us the week before.



So I waited and waited for the rain to stop on Christmas Eve, but it wouldn’t stop. I cursed myself for not giving Elsy her card earlier in the week when the skies were clearer. I ran out with a coat and hat and I was going to drop her card into her mailbox when I saw her lights on through her front window. She was home so I knocked on her front door and she opened it. She looked beautiful!

Until then I’d only seen Elsy outside in her housecoats and aprons with her broom and squeegees in hand. With her kids grown and busy and having lost her husband years ago, Elsy spends her days cleaning and tending to the front of her house. She’s got the cleanest windows and walkways and driveway on the street because she has a strict cleaning routine every day.

But on Christmas Eve, Elsy was wearing a black cashmere sweater over a white blouse with lace collar. She was perfumed and wearing makeup and jewelry. Her curly white hair was brushed and presumably shaped into a a perfect square around her head. I told Elsy she looked very pretty and wished her lots of Christmas joy before handing her the Christmas card.

She invited me in “for a minute” and in my head I yelled I can’t I’m too busy preparing for my party, but just smiled and nodded and entered Elsy’s front door.

Elsy’s sister was also visiting and there sitting in the dining room. We greeted each other and Elsy then asked me to sit down “for five minutes” and chat with them. I shouted in my head I can’t I still have mushrooms to slice and eggplant to fry, but I slid out one of Elsy’s dining chairs out and sat my ass down.

Elsy told her sister all about me and how I was Korean and how little Noah was so friendly and our family so beautiful and the nicest neighbors. I really was so touched that Elsy would speak so highly of us to her sister. I chatted with the two ladies and they were impressed with my Dutch. But the truth is, neither Elsy nor her sister spoke any English so I had to speak my best Dutch. I was totally into it!

And then Elsy’s old photo albums came out from out of nowhere, before I could even say turkey baster! I shrieked at myself I can’t I can’t I can’t but really I could and so I did.

I ignored the voice in my head again. I stayed put. I enjoyed seeing photos of a younger Elsy with dark hair before it went white, as a mother of the bride on her daughter’s wedding day, and then as a gray-haired grandmother to her sole grandchild. Elsy was so pleased to have me for the whole twenty minutes we spent together on Christmas Eve. I left her house saying I had to check on my big turkey, which I did, and it was still raining outside. The rain never let up until the wee hours of the morning and by then my turkey had been devoured to the bones and Elsy was home after spending Christmas Eve at her daughter’s house.

For twenty minutes of my Christmas Eve I was mindful of someone else unexpectedly.

What a wonderful unexpected gift.

Always dishing,



    1. Jun Song Author

      OMG I was so busy that day I never even TWEETED about running over to Elsy’s hahahahahahah. That’s how you know how busy I was. But I knew in my heart that I’d end up blogging about it 🙂

  1. I think that’s one of the nicest Christmas stories I’ve heard so far. There’s much truth to “there’s more happiness in giving than receiving”. You gave them a wonderful and unexpected gift too, I’ll bet. I can just see you in my mind’s eye sitting there going through those pictures, and they proudly showing them.

  2. kcsmum

    All I can think of is how proud your grandmothers’ would be. Helping elderly people is much different than expected a lot of the time. Often all it takes is a smile and a good ear. Merry Christmas, Jun. I have a feeling you gave Elsy one of her best gifts ever.

    1. Jun Song Author

      We’re having coffee and cake at Elsy’s soon. She invited us! 🙂

      I wish I could tell my grandmother about Elsy but she’s not feeling so well. But I’m sure she would be proud 🙂

  3. Wo

    o.m.g. The BEST thing I’ve read in a while Jun. A gift that didn’t take a credit card or driving somewhere to fight in a mall…. and meant more than anything you’d have to wrap. My Grinch-heart just grew X 3.


  4. GaYToR

    Damnbit Jun. These blogs need to come with tiny little tissue boxes like stars on a movie review. This one deserved a full score. Warn a GaYToR before he’s about to shed alligator tears.

    You have the true meaning of Christmas in your soul. Thanks for shining it our way.

    1. Jun Song Author

      Awwww thanks Vivi! My mom was pretty happy with me too when I told her the story, although she said she would have worried about the turkey too! HAHAHA!


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