Santaland

I have been thinking about friends in far away places and Christmas in Hawaii. I am working away on my Hawaiian banana bread and hoping that this balmy weather will turn into a blizzard. I love snow. Sorry, but I do. At work, I have been living Christmas for the last thirty something days where fake snow abounds. I have been plucking fake snow out of my hair and out of my lunch.

This season I have been hugged and kissed by half of the kindergartners in New York city. I sung Jingle Bells until I lost my voice. I have witnessed many acts of holiday insanity and gushing bouts of cheer. Last Friday, I was caught in the warmth of a strangers smile who then offered me a Christmas cookie. Today, I was given a bag containing three containers of homemade chicken soup with strict orders to take care of myself.

I have seen Santa every day for the past month, and every day he brought a smile to my face. Half of Santaland is down with a head cold or the flu, including me. So that is all for tonight. I must rest. Our grand finale is tomorrow and I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Melekalekemaka Hawaii