The Kamehameha fourth-grade school teacher warned us. She had moved from Colorado to Honolulu six years before I taught a year at the University of Hawaii.
Your son Kelson said he plans to furnish the Christmas tree for your condo apartment. He had better buy one as soon as the freighter arrives from the Mainland. Sometimes there is no second-tree shipment.
Freshman Kelson didn’t buy early. And there was no second freighter. Undaunted, my son bought five feet of butcher paper. Cut out a tree. Bought a box of Crayolas. Drew green-colored tree limbs. Orange candles. Yellow ornaments.
Santa wasn’t fooled. Knew a tree when he saw one. Left presents for my baby boy. Included sailing gear. That’s the year Kelson won his letter jacket on the University sailboat racing team.
This year my Old Folks Boarding House has erected and trimmed a 12-foot high tree in the dining room. Also offered a prize for decorations hung on our forty-some individual apartment doors.
Hmmm. Thinking. Kelson said he could furnish large roll of paper. Mickey bought me some colored Sharpies. Know that if I hang, Santa will find.
