“Ma-halo Kahuna”
aka: Santa, Hawaiian Style
It was just past midnight
When I heard a bell,
It wasn’t a big one,
It was small, I could tell.
Ting-Ting, Ting-ting,
The sound was so flat.
I slipped on my Flip-Flops
And grabbed my ball-bat.
I checked on the kids,
They were snug in their bunks,
So I was off to find looters,
Or some thieving boat skunks.
Then I headed for the cabin,
Ball-bat in hand,
Looking for looters.
You understand.
When I entered the cabin
There were lights, everywhere,
And a Palm-tree in the corner
Added an island-themed flair.
It was decorated with sea shells,
With Leis, and with light.
It was lit up like Christmas,
All shiny and bright.
There were gifts all around,
Surfboards and wax,
Boogie boards and Wetsuits,
(Some still in their sacks).
It was a sight to behold
On this Christmas morning
This Hawaiian Style Christmas
That came without warning.
That’s when I saw him
So tall and so fat
In Knee-highs, and Tank-top,
With a Panama Hat.
So, I rubbed my eyes twice
For I was flabbergasted to see
“The Ma-halo Kahuna.”
Who else could it be?
I went to the Wine Bar
And asked, “White or Red?”
He belly-roll laughed
From his toes to his head.
“Join me at the bar,
I’ll serve snacks at sea!”
He wolfed down the ham,
While I finished the Brie.
Well, we toasted the old year
And the new one, in-store,
Then he jumped on his Surfboard
And paddled towards shore.
“Ma-halo,” he shouted.
“Aloha to all!
Surf’s up my friends,
May you ride and not fall!”
D. Thurmond / JE Falcon
11-01-2015
OK 2022
Maybe, just maybe, this is Santa?
