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Show Tropical Christmas on the Islands in Hawaii T TS asking a lot to expect people born in temperate latitudes to get steamed up about Christmas In the tropics. But to children on islands in the middle of the Pacific, Christmas Christ-mas Is still Christmas! writes Armine von Tempski In Cosmopolitan. Cosmopoli-tan. On the outlying islands in Hawaii, Christmas Is carried in on horseback, horse-back, and the jingle of panlolos' spurs replaces the imagined tinkle of Santa's merry sleigh bells. On Christmas eve some Inner part of me waits and listens all night for the tramp of horses' hoofs, the ringing ring-ing of spurs, rich Hawaiian voices singing above resonant guitars and gay ukuleles; for cowboy serenad-ers, serenad-ers, riding from ranch to ranch. Like cadenced meles, which put ai everlasting spell upon you, memories memo-ries of Christmases spent on the sixty-thousand-acre cattle ranch my father managed on the slopes of Haleakala, the extinct volcano on the island of Maul, persist with undying un-dying vividness. A fair number of persons, representing different races making up the sum total of humanity, participated In them. Americans, Hawaiians, Japanese, Chinese, Portuguese and their crossings cross-ings assembled under our roof Christmas eve. Each group brought a flavor peculiarly its own to add to the Birthday of all birthdays. |