Santa Has A Rainbow In His Pocket
by Lois Stokes

Santa has a rainbow in his pocket.
Did you know that it was there?
He brings it out to show us
that love is everywhere.

Do you have a rainbow in your pocket?
Can you hold one in your hands?
If you accidentally drop it
Can you see it where it lands?

What happens when you wear it?
What happens if you try
to
Knot it
Tie it
Braid it
Weave it...
Can it make you sigh?

What if you let it go?
And it disappearsÉ
Will it reappear again?
and take away your tears.

Can you give a gift of rainbows?
What magic does this hold?
The world will be a better place
I know that this is so.

So children of the rainbow
This story's at its end.
Keep a rainbow in your pocket
and share it with your friends

Mele Kalikimaka

Help to spread a little Aloha around the world. Always have a supply of rainbow strings in your pocket. Be a part of our "Rainbow Connection." You will be amazed at how many people you can make smile with your gift of rainbows. To purchase rainbow strings, click here

I just created a Squidoo page that I know you will enjoy. It is a playful sharing of how we celebrate Christmas in Hawaii. Don't miss taking the quiz. It will bring you a smile and a longing to be back on the islands. Please enjoy the Hawaiian Christmas music and yes that is Earl as our Hawaiian Santa.Ê

Squidoo Links
Celebrating Christmas in Hawaii
Gifts of Aloha for Christmas

While you are thinking aboutÊChristmasÊwhy don't you stop by Aloha International's Huna By Mail store?

RATTLES
by Carole Langille
You have to do a lot to a snake before it bites you - CBC Radio

As you might enjoy dusk,
which is another end,
after wind stops rattling tall grass,
culebra.

As you might risk danger
not knowing how tightly its coiled. Fear
clutches its tail. It hisses
at the edge of upheaval, mordedura.

Night-cold, it flicks its two-forked tongue.
But joy lies deeper. You have to uncoil
again and again, as the red sun sets
inside you, the fat middle of an afternoon-
gone.

You have to uncoil
to hear words snake through you
over broken walls, in the dry interior,
through the rite of rain. So the day can touch you
with what light remains.