christmas in hawaii, part one and 1/2...

There's Santa with his snowy white beard and his reindeer drawn sleigh and then there's...

The Lickety Split Ice Cream Dude and this fine beast of a joy delivering vehicle.  

Oh he is our very own Papa Noel, right?  Can't you just see it right there in that dapper little bow tie and those ginger whiskers of his? Dude delivers ice cream to the homes of every good little boy and girl.  What's not ho-ho-hopeful about that?

That beam of light there.  Shining down from heaven above. Confirming what I've always had a suspected to be true... ice cream is in deed a sort of tiding of comfort and joy.  Comfort and joy I say, that ice cream.

Thank you Mr. Lickety Split Ice cream man for the closest thing we'll ever have to a December snow day here in Hawaii.  Thanks too for your slightly creepy but mostly wonderful awesomeness.  

You invoke both a desire to: 1. lock my boys safely in the house while simultaneously launching into my well rehearsed "don't talk to strangers with ice cream cones and bow ties" schpeil, 2. join the mobs of slipper clad children prancing down the street flying sticky dollars in the sweet trades at the sound of your melodic loud speaker squawk.

Cheers to you.  You magical soul, you.

live sweet, 

n