Friday, December 25, 2015

12/25/2015 Mele Kalikimaka !

Hawaiian Monk Seal - Twas the Night Before Christmas 
 Ilio holo I Kau ua ua – Mele Kalikimaka 

 ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the land 
 Not a monk seal was stirring, amidst the white sand 
 The molts were completed, they waited with care 
 In hopes that Mark or Tracy would bleach their new hair 

 The weaners were nestled all snug on the sand 
 While dreaming of tako, a slumber so grand 
 DB on the pier with his scope and his cap 
 Had just settled down to watch them all nap 

 When out on the ocean there arose such a clatter 
 He sprang from his chair to see what was the matter 
 Away to the railing he flew in a dash 
 Tore open the camera shutter, no time for a flash 

 The sun on the crest of incoming waves 
 Like a nautical lantern, what radiance it gave 
 When what to his wondering eyes should reveal 
 One outrigger canoe pulled by Hawaiian Monk seals 

 With a little ole paddler, so lively & quick 
 He knew in a moment it must be St. Nick 
 More rapid than dolphins his courses they came 
 And he whistled and shouted and called them by name 

 On Mojo, Duke, Benny & Chester On Ewa Girl, Irma, Kea & Buster 
 To the top of the volcano to the top of the wall 
 Now swim away, swim away, swim away all 

 As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly 
 When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky 
 So up to Nihoa, Kure & Midway they flew 
 With a sleigh full of herring a tako or two 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard by the reef 
 I gasped and I sputtered in great disbelief 
 As I drew in my head and was turning around 
 St. Nicholas arose from the surf with a bound 

He was dressed all in ti leaves from his head to his toe 
And his tapas a mess from the long hard row 
A bundle of fish he had slung on his back 
 And he looked like a Kahuna, just opening his pack 

His eyes how they twinkled, his dimples how merry 
 His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry 
 His Hawaiian smile was drawn up like a bow 
 And the beard on his chin as white as Mauna Kea’s snow 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his chore 
 Blessing the waters and monk seals on shore 
 And taking his fingers and pinching his nose 
 Back out in the surf and down under he dove 

 He sprang to his boat, to his team gave a whistle 
 And away they all flew, thru the reef like a missile 
 But I heard him exclaim, as they swam out of sight 
 Mele Kalikimaka to all, and to all a good night. 

 Dana Jones December 2009

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