“The sand, the waves, the ocean breeze...let everyone else race around in the Christmas rush. This year I’m soaking up the tropical sun.” He leans back in his beach chair, letting the water lap at his toes.
“Sorry boss...we gotta go.”
The familiar voice comes from behind.
“But my tan...”
“Not happening...we’re outta time.”
He slowly turns. Rudolph, his red nose coated in sunblock, stands next to three elves, who have it plastered over their pointed ears. All four are clad in bright Hawaiian shirts.
“But...”
“Come on, Santa, it’s time to merry up Christmas.”
“Sorry boss...we gotta go.”
The familiar voice comes from behind.
“But my tan...”
“Not happening...we’re outta time.”
He slowly turns. Rudolph, his red nose coated in sunblock, stands next to three elves, who have it plastered over their pointed ears. All four are clad in bright Hawaiian shirts.
“But...”
“Come on, Santa, it’s time to merry up Christmas.”
*Mele Kalikimaka is Hawaiian for Merry Christmas.
