Twelve-year-old Kula was staying with her grandmother on Hawaii’s Big Island for Christmas. While unpacking, she glanced out her window and saw an enormous, snow-capped mountain. Kula stood with her mouth agape, enchanted by its natural beauty.
“First time seeing snow?” Her grandmother asked.
“Yes,” Kula said. “I never thought I’d see it in Hawaii.”
“That mountain is called Mauna Kea. Poliahu, a Hawaiian goddess of snow, lives at the mountain’s peak.”
“Like how Santa lives in the North Pole?” Kula joked.
“Oh, she’s better than Santa, Kula,” Her grandmother said. “She’s real. In Hawaii, magic is real and year-round.”
“First time seeing snow?” Her grandmother asked.
“Yes,” Kula said. “I never thought I’d see it in Hawaii.”
“That mountain is called Mauna Kea. Poliahu, a Hawaiian goddess of snow, lives at the mountain’s peak.”
“Like how Santa lives in the North Pole?” Kula joked.
“Oh, she’s better than Santa, Kula,” Her grandmother said. “She’s real. In Hawaii, magic is real and year-round.”
